Sneekers

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Say it in French now, ” Sneekehrs.”

I’ve always thought that a Snickers bar with a multi-vitamin strap-on == a PowerBar.  Less expensive but more justification.  The Power bar – sold in gyms, health stores and outdoorsy places – allows you to pay more for the Snickers-multi-vit-strap equivalent.  PowerBar equals fit, health and strength.  Snickers version … challenged by marketing.  As sweets go, Snickers has always been okay for me.

Until Brent, for whatever reason, went and bought a 48X48g box of Snickers.  Cool! – you say.  But think of the children.  How am I to manage 48 Snicker bars ( plus one lost to delivery … thanks, Gary for saving them from the ants! ).  47 divided by 5, as I need to keep loose in my jeans, has a remainder.  This, I will defer to my family to work out.

 

In other news, we opened a bottle of wine!  A blast from the past.  Some Provençal Gigondas.  Those were some days.  Very nice, but I must admit, I do loves me some local gas-pump red in a box.  It’s easy listening wine.  Bottled Gigondas is an event that requires serious food.  Our serious food has been sold.  Thank you!!

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and for you, some easy listening to pair with your gas-pump boxed Saint Mont and some lesser grass-fed cuts.  I feel feather-bangs coming on.

 

I was looking for the song – sorry “piece” – that goes like — do-do doooooooo [beat] do-do do-be dooooo … come on you know the one.  what was it?!

 

( Brent is forced to listen to all my youtuble.  I publicly apologize for this piece.  I can hardly stand it ( thankfully I’m sitting ) myself. )

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Looking For Red, Yellow and White in A Sea Of Red, Yellow and White

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Otto had an all-day rugby tournament today.  We ran a bit late and missed the bus.  This is how it rolls with four kids, eighty bovines, forty chooks, silly dogs, cats, one farmer curmudgeon  and all the rest that skim your time.  With everyone fed and ready for the day, Otto, Z and I headed off to the big match.  I thought there would be a few local teams and some sandwiches, but no.  There were hundreds of rugby kids everywhere.  Each in some form of red, yellow and white, we walked around trying to find Otto’s team.  Their shirts, thankfully, are outrageous ( in a very New Zealand Waikato way ).  We found them quickly.

Two shots, one iPhone.  I love taking photos of my kids, but my battery went all melty man, but you get the idea.  Boys and girls playing rugby all day in Gascony.  Good times had by all.

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A Bit of Wind, Hay Bales Moved and Some Calm

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I’m not complaining.  This wind and rain and Spring-y-ness is working in our favor.  Grass-fed beef needs grass.  The grass is loving these current conditions.  The herd is FAT!

This is Lumi’s first everything so he barks a bit when the wind gets going.  Silly pup.  He also stands facing the wind and looks like a dork.  He has many talents that retriever.

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Brent moved some of the hay to the ” Adventure Playground ” to dry.  An area close to the house where the kids can climb trees and romp.  The grass grows well there.  We are always tempted to put the herd on it.  I like keeping it for the kids.  There is a slight slope and therefore … someday … a zipline.  Today and a few weeks after, it is the great hay bale jump around.  The kids spend a lot of time jumping on or off of those bales.

 

And today’s random book of calm :

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Switch Off Or Switch On

Electric lights, television, computers, fluorescent lights … all add to feelings of tension.

Ironically, you can compensate for them with another electronic implement – an ioniser.

 

This house we live in had none of these amenities originally.  When we moved in, we added hot water to the mix.  Electricity and cold water and toilet were already there from some previous owner adding value.  I enjoy turning the lights off.  There is so much daylight right now, no need to pay for illumination.

There was a moment in my life when I bought and used an ioniser ( an urban opportunity ).  I put it next to the cat litter ( inside cat, another urban opportunity ).  Without having to believe in magic and unicorns, it actually improved the environment.  Thankfully, life on the farm does not require this gadget.

Cow Move 22 Mai

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Brent moves the cows twice a day.  He’s moving them through the pasture quickly to take advantage of the rapid Spring growth and other things ( I’ll let him go on about that ).  The cows have been very, very happy and full.  Often they can’t be bothered moving to the next strip because they are still ruminating the last lot.

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They just left ” Florida 4. ”  They munched and munched by our neighbor’s house all morning and afternoon and they have no idea ( either “they.” THEY – the herd or THEY – the neighbors ).  The herd is now in ” Florida 3, ”  which is away from the neighbors.  Brent moved them wearing his safety red sweater from New Zealand.  Our French farmer friends give him a hard time about wearing red.  He ties it altogether with his purse … er… European Carry-all.  In that sack rests the fence tester, the ear piercer, the tags and the Castrating Fruit Loop of Doom ( dah-dah daaaaaah or muah-ha-ha ).  We are still waiting for two more calves, so he heads out to move the  cows with his tools in his carry-all.

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I went with him on the second move.  The cows are supposed to be in the paddock above.  Do you see any cows?  Yeah, me neither.  But look closer.  They are there, cheeky herd worrying me like that.

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They snuggled against some windbreak after a drink of water.  Nicely placed as they were right next to the gate to their next move.

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The grass is growing well.  They are loving it.  Underneath the long bits is the red clover and other goodies.

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They also get some more trees.  Notice their fine pruning job.  The trees have leaves down to the tip of a Salers’ tongue.  It looks good.

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They moved to the next paddock in fine form.

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” Florida 3 ” will feed them well today and some of tomorrow.

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This fatty didn’t move much and is probably still there.

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Despite lovely hay bales all around, the cows have been well behaved.  They much prefer fresh grass to hay.  This is the season where you look out to see if the cows are in and are fooled by those cow-looking hay bales being naughty.  Then another sip of coffee and it all becomes clear.

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On our walk back home, we saw some wild oats.

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And a mean, tough barn cat.  What a pussy!

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La Fête des Mères

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It is French Mothers’ Day this Sunday.  Seeing as I’m an American mother if France, we celebrate the French date. Poor kids, my birthday was but last weekend and now they have to be all nice to me again.  Ug.  How ’bout we make pancakes and call the whole thing off.

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Razé

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Sort of flying without instruments here … There is a whole lotta kissing that goes on here in France. And when you don’t shave, they say something like to do with ” razé. ‘ Brent is the expert at these things as he is often a bit shaven not stirred. He is shutting in the chickens with Lulu and Google translate has got nuthin’ on “stubble man greetings in France.” I sometimes can get slack on my legs, but that never comes up with French greetings. Thankfully, my French home economics book will help get the lighting just right for stubble and greetings. But what is that razé phrase thay say?

Gite Noix de Boeuf

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This is a cut you would get in a Booty Box.  What is it? How do I cook it?  Can I selfie with this cut?  These are all important questions of which I will explore.  I’m thinking fajita.  more on this later.