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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
The pups want so much to be a part, but they waited patiently for us to return.
Lucy, who is not short … no really … okay, I think she is short, but not by French standards … shows us our chook tower.
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.
… leading artwork by Otto Curtis, age five ( at the time ). We both said it was a duck, but now think he painted a chick.
Grass is crazy. We, I, have worries of cows not seeing the fence because the grass is too long. So far, so good. Calves loving drinking water, eating pasture and milking mom … a perfect selection of kids old enough to get a job and young enough to still live at home as though getting a job is something you do after college.
Iced latte season. Man, I love the iced latte. It sounds so pretentious at first. Give me a hot afternoon, some ice cubes and a fancy espresso machine … your resistance becomes blissful.
The hay is going along quite well until it rained. Swooped in quicker than a surprise Kanye concert. Leaving our hay wet, but not lost.