Hello and welcome! I swear it was yesterday that I wrote something, I looked up and it’s August. Above, you will see our herd on mowed grass. Not a common scene. They work the pastures, our herd, making them more fertile and rich with grass. … for them. So it’s a win-win situation. The move this evening was to a field Brent mowed for hay. And did they love it? yes. Silent and munching. Except some mums who moo-ed for their calves.
We did A.I. this season to try it out. Good way to pick bulls with characteristics suited for our farm. I had this fear that one day all the calves would arrive, all at once. Turns out … that didn’t happen. WHEW. Brent did have to tag four in one day, which was a lot of effort to say the least. We had a friend in town. Poor lad. Turns up with his family and minutes later he’s out with Brent helping tag a calf. Then, carrying it -post birth goop and all- meters back to the herd. ( THANKS FRIEND!!! … we’ll call him Anthony ).
We are still waiting for a few more. Then the season is done. And this farmer’s wife is happy. I worry about the calves like my own children. They like to sleep outside the paddock in the bushes and grassy nulls. We move the herd daily so we wake them up to get with the herd. Otherwise, the mum can’t go back to them because there is a fence in the way. Though, the bellow of a mother cow travels far, so if we miss one, they get back with the herd. My mother … and I’m not calling her a cow … would yell my name at 5pm in the suburbs of lower San Diego, blocks and blocks away for me to come home to dinner. Me, the calf, would come running. A mother’s call can reach.
So many visitors this year. It’s great to learn their story and answer the many questions of why are we here. How did we get to this point? Raising children and cattle and chickens in France. It’s a long story, but not complicated.
Our vacation rental has been great fun. Everyone likes to add their bit to the farm.