Make It Look Easy

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

Cheer Up Sleepy Jean

z: Daddy says you don’t like the song Cheer Up Sleepy Jean
me: I don’t
z: [ hums a few bars ]
z: he says your sisters used to sing it to you cuz you are grumpy in the morning
me: yep
z: [ more singing with lyrics ]
z: why? If you’re grumpy then, cheer up sleepy jean

So enlightening to hear my daughter tell stories to me about my childhood.  I do,  I hate that song.  For many reasons.  One, I hate monkeys.  Two, I hate The Monkeys ( too perky  and profit driven ) .  Three, I don’t support any campaign by happy morning people to uplift and motivate us grumpy morning people.  I’ve always been a grumpy morning person, as well as my self-admitted grumpy youngest and grumpy eldest.  We are dragons.  We don’t greet the morning with a smile.  I would wake up in the morning as a young teen and I remember my mother telling a visitor, ” don’t talk to her.  she just grunts at you.  you won’t understand. ”

But, after that conversation with my little dragon, I started to think about their future conversations about *their* childhood.  As I’ve only done this parenting thing once and most of it loaded on the younger side of those kiddies, at no point did I think about the stories they will tell.  The parenting books, the parenting friends, the internet parenty things focus on what that child will be, will do, without a chapter on … well, when your child does this, they may talk about or blog about their life from their perspective.

My little dragon re-blogged a story about my childhood to me.  I had to read it because she was streaming live without a pause button.  Now, I’m wondering what stories my children will have when they grow older and pull stories from their life to relay comedy or tragedy or a barrier they had to emotionally overcome.  These kids … they are made of people.

and for you, I leave with this gem … I’m sure I’ve bitched about this shitty song before … but here you go again.  As a rule, with song assignments, you MUST listen all the way to the end.  It’s the way we roll here on the farm.

 

 

 

 

The Inadequate Parent

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School holidays.  Kids are out.  The weather is shit.

I must admit, I leave my kids to themselves.  Why am I writing this? because I read other parenting blogs and they are so very involved in the little things.  Every little moment matters and they explain step by step how you will mess up your kid should you not follow these steps.

Cut to kid four, those steps did not scale.  So, I ran the other way.  Oh, the guilt.  I should be in there … every moment … nurturing their growth and learning.  … but one is a teen and the other a tween and the other between and the other still very into dress-up while assassinating your character at the same time.  I can’t follow the current parenting style!  I can’t!

Then, I remember MY childhood.  My mom was not the leader of creativity, she was the unblocker.  She didn’t generate games, she listened to my hairbrain ideas.  She unblocked any hurdles.  She gave me extra time.  She supplied me with tools needed to produce that show, sell that lemonade, get that youth job.  And she didn’t blog or tell anyone about it.

 

 

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T, T What Begins With T?

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Fixed me up some T-bones this afternoon.  Played T-bone Tetris.  Though, for those who like to match things absolutely perfectly no gaps snap shut click clack snap 2 points … my T-bones won’t resolve that feeling, but they look great.  And they were very tasty.

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We also used some T things to get our Farm Stay ready for guests.  If you want to do the brick tile thing … you need the ‘T’.  Keeps the tiles straight.  I learned a little something about tiling this weekend.

And we fed our friend, who helped with our villa improvements, a T-bone steak.  T for tastebuds.  T for tender. T for thank you.

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Everyday I’m Scrufflin’

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We are trying a different way to work our pasture keeping it full of life.  Brent is doing a different hay program for the next few days.  This year, the grass is still growing during these colds months, but we have some hay to play with.

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We don’t need to feed hay, but we are using some of our older hay to see how the herd works with it.

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Oh and they love it.  They play with it.  Like a baby with spaghetti.  The cuddle it.
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Nuzzle it.

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It’s cow-nip.  Some wear it as a hat.  Then they get stuck in.  We are always after ways to improve soil and life in our pasture.  The herd is fenced in a smaller area with rich food.  They should trod the nutrients in and then move along to the next bit.

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In other news … The French Army popped round for a visit.  That was fun.
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No warning.  Lumi barked at a jeep and then suddenly it was on.

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The herd was a bit spooked … yeah … you know I love that.  They calmed down after we fed them breakfast.

The Army dudes were super friendly.  We spoke with the sergeant.  He said they won’t be long.  They weren’t, but it was still a bit weird.

I thought y’all might like the photos of the French Army on our farm.  Our friend said it looked like Halo.  I totally agree.

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The Field Is Your Playground

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Otto led the play today.  He wanted to go far.  The weather is a bit cold, but not too cold.  They played in Nebraska … one of our paddocks.  I like that the kids can go far and explore without those pesky parents.  It reminds me of Little Rascals or The Famous Five.  Kids running around without adult supervision.  Learning how to deal with the environment.  Hot fences, big trees, empty lakes.  When I checked on them, I could hear them before I could see them.  So loud!  Whose kids are these?!

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They collected giant branches.  Carried all the way home.  Not sure what role those branches will play in future games, but they have been harvested and set in the barn for easy access.

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Hunter day today, so the kids wore bright “see me” attire.  And a fat, gray lump of a cat joined them all the way.

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He’s the peoples poofle.  Not a mouser.  No, no.  He does one job, keep the kiddies happy.  Farmer’s wife opinion?  That cat catches no mouse.  Useless.

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Z wanted to trek to our neighbours house … on a Sunday … during lunch .. without warning.  I advised to play in the field instead.  She was not happy with that direction.

Z loves to tell you all about her size and age appropriate challenges.  Today, she would like you to know that she can walk under the electric fence because she is little.  I did warn her about the pom-pom.  She compensated accordingly.

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Oh Baby

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Minus 7 C this morning, it’s cold outside.  That’s 19.4 to the F crowd out there.  We went from laughing at this “winter” in our shirts and single layers to … where are my thermals? !  I need gloves!

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Thankfully the sun was strong minutes after it rose.  I could feel the heat.  Sometimes it can be sunny and cold and cold.  Where the sun acts more like a garnish than a valuable member of warmth.  So, needless to say, after a few hours the hoses were clear and full of fluidy water.  We have a winter protocol for cold like this, but the weather reports were off.
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The cows moved over happily.  They have no worries about this weather … they don’t worry about the water bowl, clearly.  They find great stuff to munch and enjoy a scratch on the trees.

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With all this cold, why not try out my latest Big Salad.  I grabbed our latest mince patty and paired it with some farm eggs, guacamole, cream, cheese and crispy iceberg lettuce.  I wasn’t cold, I was determined.  Determination warms you up.  I ate that whole salad and it was delicious.

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When there is a frost, there is an abundance of spiderweb photos.  These webs were clearly hacked by the Russians.  But their imperfections are beautiful.
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