Make It Look Easy


I come from a dance background.  When we do amazing feats or kick our leg high, we make it look easy.  Nothing hurts.  Simple.  Casual.  Do this all the time.   That’s part of the art.


I also dabble in the geek world.  Their art has a note of “duh,” which for geeks means make it look easy.  Sometimes, those amazing feats and solutions are not all that easy, but we make it seem so.



We move children and we move cattle … and actually, we move chickens.  Chickens, that’s easy.  Children, meh … really depends on the temperament.  … not always predictable.  Hard to make that look easy when they scream and you scream back.


Cattle?  you need to know some tricks.  I really enjoyed this move.  The cattle ( some new to the system ) crossed the road.  Seems simple, but is it really?  Over the years and with concrete examples of cow moves gone wrong, Brent has set up subtleties that make it all look easy.  And just like a ballerina “floating on air” on her toes, weightless … the herd popped over too easy.  What you don’t see are the bloody toes ( ballerina point dancer ref ) of the past getting this art down to making it look effortless.  Behind that move is pasture planning, cow chess moves and temp fence props.  Add to that when to get the herd back to the yards mixed with do we feed hay?  Do we feed hay because the pasture needs it?  So many inputs to make it look easy.  Here they are, the herd, crossing the road.


When I lived in the city, I would have loved to be part of that cow move.  That’s why we are offering an opportunity to stay on the farm.  Seems easy, but what are those tricks?  Accepting reservations starting in May.

And We’re Back


I won’t lie, I got caught up in the election.  But politics aside, we keep on keeping on. Cows need new grass, water bowl needs to be moved, chickens need to be fed.  No change there.


We are working through stock pile grass.  Brown on top … green underneath.  This is the season when the grass gets greener as the herd munches on.


Ms. Mouse is a household celebrity.  She has persuaded us that this soft pile of warm is what you want.  “Oh … and I kill vermin.” Ms Mouse cracked and ate a mouse in two minutes, tail and all.  Perhaps you’ve seen her Twitter account.  Alt-Cat.


The dogs keep it real.  They want so much to be in the field, but really not a good idea … says the farmer’s wife.  So they keep the angry birds off the chickens.  They do a good job.


We are shifting a lot of chickens at the moment.  Tasty, juicy birds.  You can feed your family with one of our birds.  Even better, our kids help out.  They help out with the cows as well, but to their chagrin, most cow work happens during school hours.

The Puffy Clouds of Bordeaux


Beef to Bordeaux today.  I snapped a few shots.  When I loaded them on my computer at home, I noticed that these puffy clouds kept photobombing my shot.


We have these puffy clouds over our pasture and the herd.  It’s good see see how they look over the big city.



I wonder if anyone noticed.


Traffic was light today.  There were a lot of people out enjoying the sunshine.  I think they were also enjoying the puffy clouds.


Those clouds even made it into this shot of construction, temporary construction offices and an old tree trying to bloom.


After all the meat was delivered, I ate l’Américain.  So many sandwiches to choose from, I chose that one because, I am American.  The sandwich man laughed.


oh, what’s on l’Américain?

Ham, lettuce, tomato, hard boiled egg, pickles and mayo.  Yep, me too, I pondered my way back to the farm, “why these ingredients?”  What made this the American sandwich?

A Farmer’s Wife’s Office


Close proximity to Kitchen and the outdoors.  Phone accessible.  Internet internessible.  Piano, bouncy ball, fancy chairs.  Photocopy, fridgebox, dinner table.  Yeah, a farmer’s wife doesn’t just wife … she farms … we know that.  Because there is so much to do.  So much so,  we employ child fambly labor to get the chooks done or move shtuff or help with the cows.  And the sales.  And the delivery.  It’s all part of moving things forward.  We call on friends.  Friends help us when two is not enough, we need the third man for our annual “check all the cows” day.  Thanks g-Friend!  The office looks calm, but we are sold out.



Shortest day of the year, I grabbed some magic hour shots.  My subjects were wearing orange which brought out that magic in magic hour.



Non-orange people also joined in because they are hams.  A photography victim.

Our dog stuck his head in a hole.  That’s when I worked it all out.  “Downward Dog” is not only a yoga pose, but an actual dog pose.


More organginess and a violet eyed Mint Mint.


This pose was so popular, Lumi joined in.  Lucy demonstrates the human version of downward dog.


Minty stole my camera and shot me.


We are munching the cows through stockpiled grass.  They were resistant at first.  Today, they worked it out and are fat fat fat.  You go girls!




Thankfully, There Was Tea


What a shitty day. No need to go into details. We’ll save that for the book we write ten years later.   “Too Many Heifers, Not Enough Hoes: Farming In France.”  … or whatever the title. ( that was a rap joke ).

Let’s focus on the positive. The Hilux was successfully pulled out of the mud. The truck you buy when you look for a sturdy, hard-arse, “what would the Taliban use?” vehicle to keep you going in tough terrain got stuck and pulled out of the mud, no issue. It is wet, wet, wet here at the moment. This was the easy part of the day.  Though, I learned of lot about 4×4 gear things and mud and low range.  On the job training, difficult, but your lessons are remembered forever. No time for multiple choice questions and grades.  Let’s get this truck out of the mud, shall we?

The herd munches down Nebraska ( the old corn field ).  Rain and rain and more rain.  They eat the hay and grass.  When Brent moves them the second time, the previous hay line has disappeared.  Great for the pasture.  There is a lot of grass in this paddock to keep the herd busy.

Lucy had the best tea party ever. Cucumbers were sliced. Jam was spread.  Cream cheese was found.  Great in so many ways.  She made lunch for everyone while I cleaned up the water that spilled in the kitchen and hallway from one little mouse with a bit of a drinking problem.  The water is sweeter in the drainhose of a dishwasher, words to live by … were you a little mouse ( see also, “fucking mouse chewed my dishwasher drainhose!”).  I never plan to write a book for children.  Anyway, here in France, they sell bread with the crusts cut off.  One Euro!


Still a few things left to do this evening.  But this family, we shall eat.  I made Goulash.  First time ever.  I was inspired by a customer.  Read also: “Where’s my Goulash?! ” husband whispers gently.  “What is Goulash?” I thought.  and “How do you spell it?”  Off I went with a recipe.  First time and the family seemed to enjoy it.  I’ll give ‘er another go.


More positive.  Our beef sale this Friday is totally sold out with peeps on the wait list.   We love feeding people tasty, yummy, quality food.


When you have a shitty day, like today, it’s good to step back and appreciate all the great things that you’ve worked on.  Kids, Friends, Customers, Food, Farm, Animals.  The Goldens, well, they tend to tend to themselves.


Hello Cows



The cows came home today.  They are marching their way on another loop of the farm.  There is some grass, but we are giving them hay now.  Today was sunny.  They were dozing in the warm with full bellies.  Happy cows.

The Night Was Going Well And Then We had Some Tequila

Bordeaux run today.  Beef to happy beef customers.  There are so many scheduling details and things to do, I always forget to bring my camera.  I have the phone shots, but it’s not the same.  We talk so much about the farm, the cows, the kids and the family, I want to bring in the delivery side of things.

Bordeaux is beautiful.  I’ve never stepped foot around town, but it has a good feel.  Below is a photo I took when I did our first trip with Z.  The rocket is still there as of today.


Our man in Bordeaux who helps with meat peeps sends back a cadeau with me, a bottle of Tequila.  I haven’t tasted or heard the word Tequila in years.  Memories of Friday Cadillac Margaritas at El-something-or-other of which I can’t remember due to Cadillac Margarita Syndrome ( C.M.S. ), awakened a reminiscent, “aaaaah.”  He has family connections with the Meh-hee-cans.  We had a chat about ” The Good Tequila.”  There is ” driving the porcelain bus ” Tequila and there is ” having a good laugh ” Tequila.  Add a good laugh with Grand Marnier and you get a Cadillac.  I mentioned this type of Tequila to Brent and he laughed at me.   ” No, it’s like saying there is nice Vodka. ”  I had a small sip of the Tequila to try it, very nice.  We have another delivery tomorrow, so no time to test this hypothesis.

After three coffees and a big day, I devoured a burger.  It was the best burger I ever ate.



.. best burger I ever ate ref


Gliddy Glub Gloopy Nibby Nabby Noopy



We did an early morning cow walk.  The cows were up and munching.  All the mums are feeding. La la la, lo lo.






Hot 100, a wonderful cow, milks her calf Juicyfruit.  The herd is munching their way down the front of the farm.  We had a random visitor pop by to see the cows.  ” So beautiful!  You don’t see that breed here, ” she said in French.  Most of the cows you see in our area are white.




Below is Jagger, one of our bulls.  He’s fond of the ladies and likes to pull pouty faces. Work it Jagger.


This cow does not have six legs, she’s milking her calf.  And on her left is her yearling calf.  He stays close for some of mom’s homecookin’.  Salers are great milkers.  Though, I think it’s time to move along dude.  Get out there munching the pasture.  Stop being a Mama’s Boy.