Legion Of Boom, The Calves Are Coming


The kids and we have a huge list of ‘k’ names locked and loaded for the calves this year.  In the last few days, we’ve had two calves and a few cows ready to go.  A bit early, but we’re ready.  With the names.


Until we realized that this year is an ‘l’ year.  France skipped ‘k.’  Not many names in French that begin with ‘k’ we suppose.

So our brainstorm of ‘l’ names begin.  Below, let me introduce you to Love Boat.  A great looking girl from a new mom.  Mom is very momish.  You never know with first-time moms.


Legion of Boom is the boy above in the first photo.  His mom has been there and done that.  She cuddles him during the winter.  OH and what a winter it’s been.  The girls and I have been doing some much needed Spring cleaning.


Try To Remember The Kind Of September



Where grass was green and grain was yellow.  We’ve not known this kind of September.  Usually the grass is yellow and the grain has been harvested so the fields are brown.  We remember hay was fed and a long wait for the growth of October.

The herd crossed over to Vila as they munch their way back up to the yards.  When Brent calls them, they follow.



The calves are older and the herd is calmed by our f-ing heifers.  Our f-ing heifers were yearlings when they arrived on the farm a few years ago.  They are all named starting with the letter ‘f’ … that’s ‘f’ for the ‘f’ year they were born in.  And ‘f’ for “f-ing” heifers as we called them often.  We were all callow fellows.  They were young and we were learning our systems.  They are big, fat calm cows now.



The yearlings trot a bit, but no one panics and ‘f-ing’ hasn’t been used in years.  The lucerne is high and the herd is mellow.







Gates are closed, buffer is done.



We’ll try to remember the kind of September where it rained all summer and the grass was growing.  They follow.



Project: Cattle Pen


Project Cattle Pen is in full effect.  Concrete has been poured.  Posts have been placed.  Barriers have been mounted.  Brent spent a lot of time designing this beauty and running it passed me for feedback.  As he does have a software developer background, the final design exists on a whiteboard.  This same whiteboard was carried out to the cattle pen site as a specification when he worked with one of our neighbors.  While we were in the design phase, I tried my best to stick to my roots and play the role of “tester.”  Only instead of thinking: USER, I thought: COW.  As a former software test engineer, I’ve spent many hours staring at a whiteboard while some geek hand waves an important feature.  Asking all the important questions – “can I eat it in a box?”; “can I eat it with a fox?” – I can’t help myself and go write something up with more detail.  There exists a paper version of Project Cattle pen, but it’s hardly to scale.  My three meter and six meter barriers appear to be of equal size.  The paper version, however, is more resistant to spasmodic one-year-olds carrying paper towels.

Brent’s work also has to cope with holes that can or cannot be dug, barriers that arrived as the wrong size as well as important design “gotchas” that became apparent after the work (read: concrete) has been placed.  All these things so far have been recoverable and Project Cattle pen keeps on truckin’.


This neighbor of ours knows a lot about leveling and concrete and such things, which was hugely helpful. I know nothing about leveling and concrete and such things, so I learned a lot.  He taught me how to mix concrete.  I got to know our new concrete mixer by mixing Lucerne seed a week ago.  And just like my “pig fucker” kitchenaid, it goes ‘round and mixes shit.  He gave me the recipe for concrete, which is written on the back of my recipe for chili.  One of the boys helped shovel in the dry ingredients and suddenly we had concrete.  I felt empowered.


more to come on Project: Cattle Pen …