We are trying to get our head screwed on straight. Kids are home for vacation. “I’M BORED,” says Otto, “what is there to DO!?”
The herd, however, is not bored. They are fat. It’s very, very hot, but we still have alfalfa. Yeah!
And helpful US visitor. This guy has no jet lag. A nap in the afternoon, is not jet lag. He arrived and was one of the fambly. Amazing.
Z is showing our visitor the ropes. One wise-crack at a time.
Here is a shadow and a cow trail. Can you tell I’m writing fast?
I want to share what’s going on. Like these safety mandals. great tractor wear…
Oops, I seem to have broken my tractor prong. … again. Let’s fit this new prong.
…. this is how a blog post reads when you have four young children talking at you and a farmer talkie-walkie -y in as I write.
“mommy, you have a funny face on there,” says Z. yep … yep I do. Please darling, give me a minute to construct a sentence.
December and we are finishing up the last of the alfalfa. What a crazy year! There is still more to go, but supply is limited. Winter is coming and the lucerne ( alfalfa ) has stopped growing.
On the left, today. On the right yesterday. The herd has done a great job cleaning up the pasture. The herd stepped foot in the new section and stopped to munch right away. I feel a Pulp Fiction ref coming on, ” shit …” Phat fat is the herd. Very happy indeed.