I found an old manglewurser chopper in the grass behind the barn a few months ago. It is ancient and rusty, with old chipped red paint, but still intact and useful. I had one on my old farm that we used a couple of season when we had the time and gumption to grow mangles (big fodder beets - some are yellow, white or orange but ours were striped red and white like chioggas) and I enjoyed the cold mornings in the barn cranking the handle as the wet pulpy chunks landed in the buckets for the cows salivating in a row. Yesterday a friend called to say he had a ton of turnips that he would plow in if he couldn't find a home for them. Well now there is a home for them turnip. I even have an insulated room in the barn.
So I want to assure the folks at Darpa (US military) and those from the Innovative industries that have come to visit my blog recently, that I really am a simple farmer, a curious one maybe, who chops turnips, grows food and writes silly poems.
post script: this might help explain the visitors