After everything was assembled, one of the doors I had made for the compost bit was a smidge fat. Thankfully, I brought my #4 plane with me, and I took a few shavings off until it fit correctly.
The doors needed a couple of bolts each to make sure that not only do they stay shut, but also that kids/critters (there’s a lot of overlap) don’t get into the piles to root around.
Once the frame was complete, it was a long slog to get the poultry net affixed to it. There are over a thousand staples (stainless steel so as not to be corroded by the treated lumber) in this bin. I fired them with my old Arrow staple gun, and by the time I was done, I had to take a couple of days to recover because my hands were so worn out!
The last thing is to put 18″ long rebar pins through the skids. There are a dozen of them, and they keep the bin from sliding down the hill.
And we are done! The bin presents a fairly non-threatening appearance when closed…
…but when open, suggests that you could dispose of almost anything. They’re still looking for Hoffa, right?