Puppy brain trapped in a dog body.
Beanies a-go-go. It is cold. The sun shines today.
We have new, yellow step-in posts that seem to be working well. The herd is fat on the hay and grass.
Writing on a tiny phone outside, you don’t bother getting the photos in the right order. Too many steps. But for your Condom location needs, Carrefour runs a fine service. But don’t count on them for fresh milk.
… “Location” means “rent.” They do rental vans in the city of Condom.
Always great fun to watch well known movies with French subtitles. I believe the above is ” Summer fling, don’t mean a thing.” But translated, “Love vacation is irrelevant” or “unimportant.”
“Quelles nuits” is when John T does his falsetto “niiiiHIGH….T”
And when the gang “shoo-bop-bop”‘s … in French it is ” shoo-bop-bop.” They can totally do that. I seen it at Karaoke night in the village.
Calf doing “hay” face. The calves, confused, wander about copying the herd. They put their nose to the ground as the herd munches on fresh grass. They munch the hay because that’s what everyone else seems to be doing. But the hay doesn’t go down as smoothly as mum’s milk. Then, they make this face.
Brent strategically lays the hay out so that each ball rolls downhill. Tomorrow’s morning bale will be a bit uphill. He can do it.
With all this warm sunshine and fresh grass and hay, the herd has been very calm. They do enjoy sunbathing.
We are expecting one more calf this month. After, the rest of the gang shall pop out in March and April.
Brent lays out hay for January. Perfect hay bales. The herd gets two bales a day with fresh grass. But last night, they pushed through the front, temporary fence. Could have been a calf or could have been a silly mistake. No matter, they had a great night of hay buffet, all-you-can eat. Ruffled bales of gastronomique proportions.
Sat down, ruminated, stood. Not much eating. Their stomachs were full.
New calf this day. The mother’s name is “Heather” after my niece. We call her “Jumpy Heather” because she is a bit of a spaz … but then, so is my niece. But she is a fantastic mom. Funny enough, so is my niece. The calf is a strong boy, healthy and content.
The kids and we have a huge list of ‘k’ names locked and loaded for the calves this year. In the last few days, we’ve had two calves and a few cows ready to go. A bit early, but we’re ready. With the names.
Until we realized that this year is an ‘l’ year. France skipped ‘k.’ Not many names in French that begin with ‘k’ we suppose.
So our brainstorm of ‘l’ names begin. Below, let me introduce you to Love Boat. A great looking girl from a new mom. Mom is very momish. You never know with first-time moms.
Legion of Boom is the boy above in the first photo. His mom has been there and done that. She cuddles him during the winter. OH and what a winter it’s been. The girls and I have been doing some much needed Spring cleaning.
Gorgeous day today. T-shirt weather. Not really, but much warmer than the yesterdays past. Brent rolled out the first bale of hay. We had our first calf today. To get the herd munching and working the soil, Brent rolled a bale of hay out to keep them going.
Minty set out to make Lamingtons, A sponge, dipped in chocolate, covered in coconut. A dish that is very yummy. We made a proper sponge, but our proper sponge was ready for a roll instead of a dip.
So we made a chocolate creamy inner, sprinkled coconut and gave it a roll. Then, painted the log with more chocolate stuff and more sprinkled coconut. Result? Huge hit. Gone in three and a half minutes.
I ran off to the shops to gather some nutrients for people and livestock. On return, Brent and the kids started a game night. The Settlers of Catan. I don’t know much about the game, but these two things came to mind.
- Brent has a lot of sheep
- They build cities
- Curious if they can build these cities on rock and roll
But we started the year here:
And the gang a few days later. Z was in a Pink Goth phase.
But also found time to help his baby sis down from the hay bale.
So, here we are. Where the shit hits the hose. Draining hoses at night. Moving the herd. Keeping the fire going. Getting ready for our next beef sale. Getting ready to go back to school, back to life and back to reality. Back to the here and now, yeah*.
Happy new year to you lot.
* Soul II Soul ref was for you, Brent.