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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Our Birds

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Our birds live life with the sun, the rain, the cold and the “what’s the weather like today?”  They eat bugs, worms, alfalfa leaves and grass.

Today, we moved some birds to the pasture.  Our thespian children helped.  After taking a photo or two, I felt confident that Brent and I could make this whole operation go quicker without them … but not as many laughs.  So, I went back to my tasks and left Brent and the kiddies to it.

 

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The pups want so much to be a part, but they waited patiently for us to return.

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Lucy, who is not short … no really … okay, I think she is short, but not by French standards … shows us our chook tower.

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Otto and Lucy pop the chicks in their new home.  One lot at a time.  Brent moved two to their one.  You see, the taunting and trash talking between these two slows down the operation.

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… leading artwork by Otto Curtis, age five ( at the time ).  We both said it was a duck, but now think he painted a chick.

Remember Chicken?

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Our third lot of chickens have been sold.  We managed to grab one for tasting.  I’ve done a lot of photos of beef and pork while spending very little time with chicken.

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It’s nice to see what you are buying and how it looks in the kitchen just before dinner.  Our chickens are large by French standards.  I used huge potatoes so the scale is a bit off.

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Also working on roasting chicken.  Lucy likes crispy skin.  Otto likes the leg.  Minty likes the white meat.  Zelie likes the mashed potatoes.

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The family was very pleased with the flavor.  This chicken tastes like chicken.  It had the smell of chicken.  The texture of chicken.  Some salt, some pepper and a whole lot of pasture.  I’m excited to keep working on this.

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I Recognize Your Fowl

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Meat chicks have arrived.  They are getting acquainted with their new surroundings.  New grass, bugs, flowers, they spent more time exploring than eating the store-bought chicken food.

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The herd watched us load in the chicks.  They were not impressed.  “What about me?  What about our needs???”  The bellowed.  But, quickly found other grass to chew on.

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The chicks were impressed with the choice of food on offer.  Now we move them once or twice a day.  They always have access to green.  They never run around in brown, dusty dirt.