This weather is amazing.  Just giddy.  T-shirt?  Open doors?  Optional fire?  Whah?


The cows crossed the road today.  Finishing up the alfalfa.  Unbelievable.

Yesterday was sunny, but turned cloudy at dusk.  The herd started out like this.


This morning they were like this.  Munched down.


Then, they moved to Vila ( the paddock named after a character in Blake’s Seven ).


Here’s what they look like crossing the road.





but enough about me …


It’s about Z.  She’s five.


For me, this youngest-child-turns-five marks the transition from young fam to older fam.


We still can’t get down the driveway without someone screaming, but our kids are almost helpful.


I’m sad that there are no more to join our crew, but our crew are never dull.


She’s so independant.


She could probably start a side business on the farm.


It’s not about me anymore.  It’s brats like me.


The Dancing Farm

“Please add a video so us city folks can all enjoy the sounds of your farm
Seagulls and barking dogs are boring in comparison to melodic cows, pigs,roosters and hens.”

– Kipper

What a great idea!!  The kids and I grabbed some video of the farm yesterday and today.  We had too much fun. The same day I heard Missy Elliot’s new song. The kids bounced around outside while I bounced around inside with the windows open and the music blaring giving the Library the cleaning it deserved. If you ever hear this song ( WTF ), you won’t be able to not bounce. I know that the sounds of the farm are interesting, but I used to be a choreographer, you see. Every clip I reviewed was dancing at me. So had had to make a dance. I can’t stop myself. It’s all I thought about when I wasn’t thinking about the naughty cows today, the herd meeting the pigs, the feeding of the kids and the oldest daughter going to the big city just after a horrific terrorist attack.

Kipper, thank you for the idea. I hope you and everyone enjoy.

This is how we do it where we’re from.

Our Children Are Made Of People!

Look, I’m sure you saw this coming, but these kids,you see, are growing older.

They do things now. Like, adult things … selfies, duck-face, clean the kitchen …

I am no person to provide advice to parents. Though, happy to give advice for those up to four-years-old ( been there four times ). My mother has amazing advice for most ages. Though, she didn’t get the update for cell-phones and selfies … or or selfish technotronics.

But my kids are people now. Ack! How did this happen? They were cute things being all cute and shit. Now they are responsible beings looking out for ways to grab this world by the horns.

Sweet Farm Symphony


It’s very quiet on the farm.  Usually.  The cows are in the pasture and the chooks are in the back of the farm.  Though, in the morning you can hear the cockerel crow.  He doesn’t know about daylight saving time.  He has a high pitch.


The cows are mostly quiet.  Except when they munch.  They moo when they move.  If you put your phone on vibrate and lay it on a plastic table, when it rings, that is the sound of a cow in the distance.

So many noises, yet so quiet and peaceful.


It wasn’t until the pigs arrived that I realized that we were missing that bass.  These pigs have a low snort sound.  They run to see you snorting this low sound.  They squeal high when challenged or picked up, but generally, their sound is low.


With the alto cows, the soprano cockerel, the piggy bass and the child percussion, there is music to be made.

Sheep you say?  Highly unlikely.  We’ll bring in the retrievers dressed as lamb.

Pork Butt Is Not A Butt


There are some new arrivals on the farm.  Sassy, oinky, funny little things.


It’s our new bonfire.   Everyone loves to watch the pigs.


So far, they are well behaved and doing a great job turning over the soil.

They started like this …


… and now it’s like this.  We want them to dig up this patch for a veggie garden.  After, they will work the forest.


A pork butt is actually a pork shoulder.  We made sausages last night … yum!

The herd is in Emerson.  Very fat and loving this weather!


Handsome Pup Modeling School


Lumi is two.  I don’t do doggie birthdays, but … well … he’s cute and any excuse to have cake.

So vicious.  “Black Tongue” we call him.


Another stunning day here in the Gers.  The kids found an old mattress which was the centrepiece of today’s play.



“Let’s all get Daddy!!”


Guest Chefs


We have strangers over to help with the farm.   Very cool.  We found each other through a program the matches people who want to work in exchange for interest in your farm, food and a bed.  I’m very selective of those who want to work with us.  I have a very high bar.  Every moment of every day is about this family, this farm, these animals and this business.  So, when these guys contacted to help out, they said, ” I want to work on your farm!”  A few email messages later, I felt they would be a good fit for the farm.  And tonight, we celebrated our countries.


Two Australians and one American.  Tonight, I handed off my kitchen to our guests to make a meal from their country.


Though we are from America, America is a very big country.  Our American friend is from the south.  So she rustled up some southern vittles.  Fried Chicken, Brussels Sprouts, Potato Skins.  She was limited to frying in duck fat, which gave her southern cuisine that Gascon touch.


Our Aussie guests made Pavlova. …. my most favorite dessert ever.


The girls popped off to the market and found some fresh berries … yep … fresh berries in November.  Pavlova is a treat in late Spring / Summer Australia.  To make it in November in Gascony was challenging.


American guest showed me how to make buttermilk.  Living in a land without buttermilk, this was a nice thing to learn.


I’ve only ever made Pavlova as an American-to-Australia newbie.  Watching it being made, I learned that I need to put in a bit more effort in presentation and general smoothing of the cream.


This gal didn’t realise just how much fried chicken she was to make to feed this crowd.  You can see it with the tong position and side-eye.


Her potato skins were a huge hit.


and the fried chicken.  Otto ate and ate, then went to bed.  Five minutes later, ” mom can I have another drumstick?”  Yes, Otto.  Then brush your teeth.




Zelie loved all of it except the mango.


Without Flake or Tim-Tam, we chucked in a Cadbury Finger to complete our meal.

… and tomorrow, I should capture the work they’ve done.  I love it when work gets done to push the farm forward.