A bit foggy this morning ( or we like to say .. okay …*I* like to say “froggy” ). The herd was excited to get their new strip of pasture. The first this year.
They know the routine. Waiting patiently while Brent walks over to the reel to unwind the fence, look how giddy they are.
This fog is in for the day I think. Which is good because temperatures are dropping. It’s been nice having all this December growth.
We sell out often, which we love, but with everything we sell, we want to taste. Always on pursuit of the perfect burger … the perfect steak. We test different ways to cook beef. We once had to grab a burger off a customer because we didn’t have a sample to test. She happily gave us a sample and tried a bit with us. Always scrutinizing.
or whatever we need to say now. Doesn’t matter. Things are slowing down for the holidays. Days are short. We are finishing our sales for the year. SOLD OUT! go us! People are thinking of visiting their families and loved ones. Two of our kids are off for a week doing school things. Like out of our house off doing things. We’re down to two little ones. It’s like a new family. For a week, we get to live the life of parents with two kids. We’ll see if that is easier or harder. But for now, here they are. We brought in make-up and stylists to get the “straight off the farm” look. We also sprung for the clown team to get them to show their true happiness. Looks like the cats made the most of that investment. I also popped in previous years to see how our antics progressed. I’ll post our year in photos next time. It’s been a great year. For me, a great year for growing and learning.
don’t want to mess about with words. Photos above describe his morning.
Below is a photo I took of Otto delicately enjoying one of our roast chickens.
First, check out that herd! Glorious. Normally we are on fire warming the house because winter is coming. … but not this year. Too warm. Though, I have maintained the “warm room” in case we suddenly drop below double digits.
A mother friend of mine ( three kids, nobel gal ) and I had an exchange. I forgot something or stumbled and told her, “baby head” because sometimes with so many lives to raise, you forget things. Simple things, like the price per kilo of the beef you are selling. And she told me this, which I hold dear to my heart, ” don’t worry, when the youngest turns six … you get your head back.” … or something like that. WHAT?! I get my head back? For some reason, I thought I was supposed to get my head back when they turn three or four. SIX? Are you serious?
Now, I’ve had my head on pretty well, but I must admit, as my youngest turns six in a week, I’m firing on all cylinders. WAIT! We can do this! and then this! Why haven’t we done that?! Clear as day. Only partially the way through raising people, lots of experience with the bubbles. Now trending the tweens and teens. … Baby Head is a thing of the past. Now, we need to get these kiddies to be good people.
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.