Without livestock of our own as of yet, there are still many animals thriving on the farm. Tosca, “the garbage disposal,” permanently in search of food has at last found a place with a surplus of rabbits for her to hunt. Suddenly table scraps lack the challenge she seeks. When she’s not rolling on her back drying off after a dip in Lake Tosca, she’s after the bunnies. I haven’t seen her catch one yet, but the chase is half the fun. With all the extra exercise, you can see echoes of her girlish figure. She’s shedding that coffee table look.
Little Smeggs is a great farm dog. When she was at the other house in the village, she barked way too much and had a tendency to get over excited. Now that she’s in her element, her barking nature is exactly what is needed. She sounds off for any visitor. Keeps the unwelcomed dogs away and chases the deer. She’s also much happier now that she has a job. Her only weakness is her soft spot for couches. She lives outside only. If she ever makes it into the house, she hops on the couch. She likes a cushy place to sleep. Who can blame her. We have a soft, fuzzy sleeping bag monogrammed “Lucita” by Pottery Barn back in the yuppie days for her to snuggle into at night. Smeggs likes her new digs
Munson is a guest at the farm. When he’s not traveling Europe with Michael, he’ll be relaxing at his new home base in the villa across from the old farmhouse. Munson is a beautiful, large Malamute of two years old. Originally a big city dog, he’s learning and adjusting to his new environment. Smeggs LOVES Munson. He’s as cuddly as a big couch only better.
Most surprisingly useful is Bug the cat. When we brought him out here, it was for sentimental reasons rather than practical. In Seattle, Bug laid around the house getting up only for a slash or a bite to eat. Since he’s been out here in France, we’ve learned that he catches mice and even snakes. Right now, Bug is an indoor only cat. Thankfully there’s a lot of room in the house and as we’re finding out, plenty of mice for him to hunt. During the day, he is snuggy little Bug the cat we know and love. At night, he’s a cold hearted mouse killer. He’s proving to us more and more that he was not just bred for beauty. Right now the score is Bug 2 : Brent 2. Yes, mice were harmed during the writing of this post. I’m hoping that’s the end of the mouse population, but I have a feeling we’ll see a few more before the winter arrives.
… and as a side note, something that hasn’t occurred since we started this whole farm deal, Brent captured a moment in his happy place.
and the girls quickly followed his lead.
Lucy’s school is a little bit bigger than her last one. She’s the only girl in CE2, but they share the class with the next level CM1 which has many girls. All the girls in the school are older than her. They really like her. When they found out she lived in Washington, they immediately began grilling her about the details of Twilight. Lucy has never seen or heard of Twilight so I had to explain it to her. She’s quickly learning the ropes of the school which includes boys that are liked and boys that are disliked as well as so-and-so’s boyfriend. All of this comes as a shock to me as I’m TOTALLY UNPREPARED for this subject matter! My little girl turns eight and we’re suddenly taking about her friend’s boyfriend. I suppose that’s what happens as she moves from a school dominated by seven to eight year old girls to hanging with the big girls. More importantly, however, is the poor little boy who the girls refer to as “le poulet enceintes” which means “the pregnant chicken.” Why this boy is called this, I’m still trying to understand. Girls can be so mean sometimes. But for reasons unknown to me, I find this phrase chock-full of hilarity. Hopefully it’s nothing too slanderous.
Brent was up early the other morning and snapped a few shots of the sunrise against our crazy outbuildings. We had no idea that we could see the Pyrenees from our place. There are few more here.
I sat outside the other night to witness the most beautiful sunset I’ve seen in years. So stunning that I couldn’t get off my bum to grab my camera. It lasted for a long time. The kids were playing in one of the fields setting up their picinic spot. Black and white cows in the distance and the Pyrenees outlined beyond them.
Lucy established the picnic spot by running out to the middle of the field with a little plastic yellow picnic table. Otto followed with wood and other necessities. When the sun starts to set, the kids run out there to play. Lately the sun has been a deep red color which, of course, is the sun that lights Luke on the day before his uncle’s home is destroyed. “Luke and Leia” is an ongoing game Lucy and Otto play. Little Minty doesn’t have a part yet. Let’s hope they don’t demote her to JarJar.
Brent walked in the door yesterday after a long day of farming related paperwork and things holding a new chainsaw. In the last few weeks of living here, we’ve experienced a few “moments of clarity” or as the song goes, how did I get here? One such moment was a giggle Brent and I shared while waiting in our Armagnac vineyard for the children to arrive home from school. The sun was getting prepared to set and a gentle breeze was blowing over the rolling hills as a cow mooed in the distance. Another such moment was this day that Brent bought his first chainsaw, plopped it down on the worktable with his bag not mentioning a thing other than a lovely, “hello and how did the Ikea trip go?” Yes, I see you’re excited to see me and that really IS a chainsaw in your pocket.