Driving into the country late on a hazy moonlit winter night in search of a turbine (windmill) isn't everybody's cup of tea (even if it is that yummy Rooibos tea) but it was a very cool, if queer, experience. First of all, the thing is gigantic and yet was barely visible even right adjacent to it. Secondly, the still winter night and the full moon casting slight shadows over the slightly hazy ground cast an eerie spell. Thirdly, the turbine makes this crazy s w o o s h s w o o s h s w o o s h sound as the monstrous blade twirls ever round. It was really queer. In a good cool way. Most amazingly was how cold and still the air seemed and yet this thing was clipping right along. Does it store up extra energy during the day and spin it off at night? Or does the tiniest slightest breeze make the turbine crank the generator and crackle with electricity?