B is for Beef.
B is for Beefy Beef.
B is for Bitter cold. We lost some key water pipes during the terrible freeze of 2012.
B is for Barriers.
B is for Bolt. Those were amazing bolts. Holds cows in. Easy to install. I love them!
B is for Bushy. Our grass is getting better each year. All cows eat grass.
B is for Bad. Bad Zélie, it’s the ol’ hook-n-eye on the door for you!
B is for Boxes. New packaging! Cute box! Beef direct!
B is for Bad Mittens. A piece of art at the Toulouse airport that moved us while waiting for Kevin to arrive.
B is for Bad Arse. When Kevin hops in the pelle, just step aside.
B is for Bug. Old Siamese who cuddles like none other.
B is for Bonkers. Michael does his punning rendition of the pied piper using a veau pied.
B is for Bozo. Our third child is a clown. Laughter and giggles all around.
B is for Burp. Our third child would like you to heed her advice.
B is for Beautiful. Lucy is developing into a beautiful young lady.
B is for Big Help. New friends came for a visit and helped out.
B is for Bull. Gremlin has found his special purpose.
B is for Balls. Not Gremlin’s Balls. Gwar’s balls. Our first steer. ( I totally said that out loud. Probably should cut this )
B is for Bye-Bye Mirandaise. No more white cows. We are black and rouge and grass all over.
B is for Blech. Lucerne and “special starter goop.”
Here’s hoping 2013 brings better beef, bright sunshine and big smiles. Cheers to you and your mates/friends/copaings!!
Steve looks good in his bleus de travail!
The “special starter goop” is inoculant, but I think your name is better.
And I need to dig up a photo of you, Jean. I’m sure there are one or two buried in the photos folder somewhere.