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.
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.
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.
We don’t need to feed hay, but we are using some of our older hay to see how the herd works with it.
Oh and they love it. They play with it. Like a baby with spaghetti. The cuddle it.
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.
In other news … The French Army popped round for a visit. That was fun.
No warning. Lumi barked at a jeep and then suddenly it was on.
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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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?!
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.
Hunter day today, so the kids wore bright “see me” attire. And a fat, gray lump of a cat joined them all the way.
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.
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.
“What a great year!” says the grass farmer raising cattle. “When will summer begin?!” says the lovely residents of Country France. Wow. We’ve been here over five years on the farm and I’ve not seen this combination of sun/rain/sun/rain/no freeze deal.
The grass is so tall ( how tall is it? ) so tall that a photo at tit level, you can’t see the top of the seed heads. … and I am a tall lady.
The chickens seem to be establishing camp well. Though, for the next lot, we’ll mow it down. Every good chicken loves freshly mowed grass.
And I cooked up the last sample from our BBQ box. We’re trying out another type of steak box to see how it scores on flavor and tenderness. We have tried every piece of meat that we raise. Scrutinising it. Adjusting our farming methods. Then, sampling again. It’s a slow process.
Brent and Otto moved the chooks for the second time today. The chickens are young, so they are still working out how to work the pasture. They are always on fresh grass for them to pull out the bugs and worms and nibble the alfalfa leaves.
Lovely day today, not too hot. Otto refreshes their water.
He likes to see how high he can raise the hose while still making it in the tank. I know I’ve set myself up for “boy jokes,” but he is very specific about his work.
The herd are fat fat. So much grass. They got so bored today, they did a little jog then hung out by the water cooler. I’m not a fan of a herd jog, but they settled in. It’s nice to see them work a paddock.
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.
All photos taken at 5pm. Waiting for the sun to burn off this fog, we had no such luck.
Just fog. The cows are over there. Can you see them?
Otto left his light on. That’s nice.
Lumi helps with the last Thanksgiving supper. All the leftovers have been fed to the pigs.
They were totally for it. They eat like pigs.
We are working our last beef sale of the year. I tried a lesser steak for lunch today. WOW! That was nice. I think we are on to something.