It’s the least I can do what with my little two-year-old-ball-and-chain.  The little heifers need their fresh hay and I unlock and re-lock the barrieres.  Go me!  Not a difficult task, but I love being with the heifers making sure they are well loved and cared for.

 

Brent does the second gate because generally I have a two-year-old on my hip.  But today, two-year-old napped.  ( yeah! ) so I kept the hungry bovines away while Brent took the hay net off.  Then I closed up after the tractor.  I suspect Zélie would be all over this routine, but I’m a crazy mom who keeps my girl safe at all costs.  We have a neighbor who is eighty or so now, but when he was young, four, he would sleep in the fields with the cows to keep warm and make sure they didn’t escape.  I can’t imagine asking Minty ( five ) doing something similar, but then maybe I’m a product of an ‘X’ generation.

 

 

And this is hay.  Gorgeous, lovely smelling hay ( scratch-n-sniff ) that we’d done ourself.  This roll is for the boys who narrowly escaped castration today.  But don’t worry, we’ll be back.  They are loving this hay.  They eat and eat quickly and efficiently.  Sometimes it takes three tries to get things done in France.  First, it was too rainy.  Second, it was too muddy.  Third?  we will have all that is needed to bring tasty steer to you.  Then they will be back out to the fields of Laspeyreres eating grass and Lucerne.