It seems our calves are arriving earlier than expected. Gremlin the bull was a busy boy. For him, love was almost always on time and apparently a bit early.
Gremlin calves are cute, but mostly they frown. Unlike the cute little lamb that smiles at the Farmy in the USA.
( photo by Celi of http://thekitchensgarden.com )
Here is some lucerne growing. It’s looking great!
And as we were looking at the lucerne field and the cattle pens, we hear a voice from the villa, “hey! It looks like you have a new calf!” ” It looks like it just popped out,” says friendly neighbor. I took a moment to breath in that someone just yelled across a field to tell us about our new calf that was born on the farm. I feel like I’m living in a pioneer novel. How did I get here? I love it.
Here’s the new calf a milkin’. He was a big calf. This is Junkyard.
And here is a farmer a zappin’ … not by me this time. Brent had to adjust the fence a bit. whoops.
Dude, that’s gotta hurt.
This is little Jailbait snoozing. It’s a ‘j’ year. Feel free to add some ‘j’ names.
Every cow in France must have a unique number and a name. The name doesn’t have to be unique. We have two cows named Framboise. When we started the herd, we brought in cows that we didn’t name. You can see where the farmer who named them gave up. One is named Vache ( that is “cow” in French ). We have another named Peste ( which is “plague” or “nuisance” ). She’s actually a sweet cow. Brent refers to her as “old cow 78.” She does well on the farm.
This is Junkyard a few hours old and doing well with mum.
The mums seem to be arranging playdates.
This is the view from where the cows are grazing. We can wave and say, “Hi.”
Tosca snuck out between rain showers to grab a cuddle.