Our windmill is a wonderful piece of business, straight out of the 19th century. When we first saw the windmill from the road, Ken knew we were going to buy the land, because he knew I love windmills, at least the old ones. The windmills were adapted from the dutch windmills. The main American invention was of an automatic move of the blades when the wind changed. It opened up the plains. The Dutch windmills required a person to manually rotate the blades when the wind shifted, but not the new American Aeromotor Windmills.
Our windmill pumps water into a large tank, which goes by gravity to a small tank to provide water for the cattle, all done without electricity. When we purchased the ranch, the windmill was not in working order but fortunately there are still people who can make the repairs. And every so often it must be serviced. People tell us that we should scrap the old system and install an electric pump, but we resist. We like the sound of the windmill rattling around as the water is being pumped.
Yesterday I checked to see if the fish were still in the big tank, which was full and overflowing. But I could find no fish. Perhaps they stay at the bottom or perhaps they are not there. But our windmill keeps working day and night except when we turn it off, either because the tank is overflowing or because the noise is irritating to friends staying in the ranch house. Easy for us. We are out of range of the noise. But I love the simplicity of the whole system and will keep it going as long as possible. We both love our windmill.
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