Adventures of Bimbi

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It’s hay time at the moment. Brent has been trying to work out what the weather is doing and what the grass is doing to work out when to cut. I can see how trading began with harvest. It’s a fine art juggling the variables to get a good quality product. It’s a gamble. So many farmers cut before the “rain” came … which never really came. We waited for the next window. They thought we were crazy. The next rain keeps pushing out to the next day and the next day. Brent cut the lot. There were some gray looking clouds on the horizon, but nothing came of them. It’s been cut and fluffed and should be ready to ball soon. The rain will just have to wait until we’re ready. A conversation with our neighbor will quickly show that this lack of rain could be a huge problem for the crops. As we are grass farmers and our grass is growing well, we’re not as panicked.
Brent went out in the morning to start the tractor and noticed a little deer snuggled in one of our structures. Tosca was right next to it not really taking notice. The deer sort of hung out and then walked away, casually. It didn’t do the deer sprint that we’ve seen so much of on the farm. Later, Michael said he saw a deer hanging around. Even later that day, I came home, saw a deer drove right next to it and it stood there. And so Bimbi (Bambi’s not so bright cousin), as we call it, became the talk of the farm. The next day, Bimbi was spotted in with the cows. Cute at first, but then alarming as I realized a little deer could have burst through our double wire fence. As I did a perimeter check with Zélie in her backpack, I noticed the cows were excited. They saw action in the paddock and swiftly went to check it out (oh how I dislike swift cow action). Little Bimbi felt the bovine pressure and froze still in an extremely awkward position. The cows stood there for many, many minutes doing their laser jedi stare while Bimbi didn’t budge. Not even an inch (or centimeter for the commonwealth). After an hour, Bimbi made a move.

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We didn’t have a Bimbi spotting today. She’s welcome to chill on the farm as long as she stays clear of the fences.
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Along with hay season, it’s also giant chocolate egg with toy surprise season. The kids did their Easter treasure hunt and found their large egg. In America, it’s all about the baskets with the jellybeans. The peeps. The malty balls. In France ( and as I’ve witnessed in Australia) it’s chocolate. And a Bell the flies around spreading chocolate joy … yes, no bunny. Which is probably best as several bunnies were harmed in the making of the hay. But a flying bell. To the kids, as long as there is chocolate provided, they really don’t care how it got there.
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4 thoughts on “Adventures of Bimbi

  1. dana says:

    jean, i love your posts. they make me want to get on a plane to france and come frolic with you on the farm. and those kids of yours just couldn’t get any cuter. hugs to you and brent!

    • Jean Curtis says:

      Now keep in mind, we had on two separate occasions some wild animals break our fences. One was probably a speeding deer. The other most likely a wild boar and his family running … well … full boar right through the fence. So it does happen around here. If being the crazy fence lady is wrong, GIRL I don’t wanna be rightah.

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