Ha Ha Watercooler

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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.

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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.

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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.
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And The Cows, Oh How They Laughed

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I moved the cows yesterday.  I wasn’t intending to.  Brent was coming back late last night.  I thought I’d set up the fence for him so that when he arrived, he could roll the hay out and move the cows.  It was getting darker by the minute and Brent was not home.  All this talk about squatting and hay bale rolling.  I thought I’d give ‘er a go.  Why not?  I’m on my own, I have no walkie talkie, I’ve never done a cow move by myself,  it’s getting dark and the cows with the big horns are staring at me.  What could go wrong?

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I removed the hay net, easy.  Then went in for the deep squat.  But did it budge? No, not a bit.  I felt them roll their eyes.  “Come on lady, he does it each day, three times a day,” they insisted in a Seinfeld cow kind of way.  I squat again.  And I push and push and again and squat and push.  Nope.  I switched tactics and used momentum and gravity.  I got the ball rolling.  As it rolled down the hill, I noticed that is was not unrolling.  I needed to turn it.  A round bale of hay weighs a ton ( well, not exactly a ton, but it felt exactly like a ton ).  Darker it gets, their laughter increases, so I stopped.  I left a small line of hay with a ball at the end.  I started winding up the temporary wire fence to let the cows through.  The cows were lovely.  Perfect move.  Except for the silly me winding the wire.  While watching the cows come through, the wire popped off the reel, but I kept on reeling it in.  Then, well, the sun had set.  I couldn’t see how to fix it.  So as the cows were munching, I gathered the wire and picked up the posts. As I came to the end, the gate hook attached to the ball of wire I was holding caught on the live fence.  Yep,  zapped four times.  And anther zap on my way out of the paddock.

The next morning the cows were in!  In the wrong place!  The abandoned ball of hay rolled over the temp fence, knocking it off and low enough to cross.  They had a lovely Grand Slam morning breakfast on their next strip.

Brent is back home and thankfully all is right.  No new calves today.  Whew.

Land Power

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Days have been packed this week.  As the summer begins so the end-of-the-year things erupt.  We have been flat out selling beef, running kids around, making hay, putting out fires ( not literally this time ) and preparing our next sale.  Veal, Mince and Booty!  Here are some shots from yesterday.

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Hay bales pooping out.

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Kevin is Zélie favorite adult at the moment.  They check out the machinery.

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and watch the baling in the shade.

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I have no idea what this hooba-joob does.

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Puppies! The puppies of Beauchasseur! ( this was actually Friday, but the days blur together sometimes )

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Mint Mint.

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( photo by Sara Breese, beauchasseur golden retrievers )

 

Lucy and Lumi at the dog show.  He is a prize winning dog.  You’d never guess this with his cow poo breath.

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Z, Brent and Kevin in the willows watching the hay baling.

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And a lovely wedding at our neighbor’s farm.

 

Today is not over and tomorrow it will feel like these words happened two days ago.  Land power.

Hay Is Off The Green

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I didn’t know this until we started this farm ( Brent did ), but  you must move the hay bales after you hay a field to let the grass grow.  Otherwise you will have some random hay bale tattoo where the grass couldn’t grow and your neighbors will mock you.  With all the sun and rain and sun and rain, the lucerne and grasses are regrowing quickly.

I took two kids to Judo and left Brent with another two.

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When I returned, Lucy gave me the talkie-walkie.  ” I have Z.  We’re finishing up moving the hay,” Brent talkie-walkies in.  Z loves to help out.  This is her first time in the tractor.  She always wants to go with Daddy, but as she is the baby, I’m slow to accept her age.

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Oh but she loved it.  They came around with the last bale for Adventure Playground and she had the biggest grin on her face.

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and a little smirk because that’s how she rolls.  Those earmuffs squidge her cheeks.

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The cows are in!  The are super fat.  They love all this grass.  They are in ” Newman ” at the moment.  This is the paddock next to the mailbox.  They will wiggle back to the yards soon.  They seem so far away, yet so close.

A Bit of Wind, Hay Bales Moved and Some Calm

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I’m not complaining.  This wind and rain and Spring-y-ness is working in our favor.  Grass-fed beef needs grass.  The grass is loving these current conditions.  The herd is FAT!

This is Lumi’s first everything so he barks a bit when the wind gets going.  Silly pup.  He also stands facing the wind and looks like a dork.  He has many talents that retriever.

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Brent moved some of the hay to the ” Adventure Playground ” to dry.  An area close to the house where the kids can climb trees and romp.  The grass grows well there.  We are always tempted to put the herd on it.  I like keeping it for the kids.  There is a slight slope and therefore … someday … a zipline.  Today and a few weeks after, it is the great hay bale jump around.  The kids spend a lot of time jumping on or off of those bales.

 

And today’s random book of calm :

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Switch Off Or Switch On

Electric lights, television, computers, fluorescent lights … all add to feelings of tension.

Ironically, you can compensate for them with another electronic implement – an ioniser.

 

This house we live in had none of these amenities originally.  When we moved in, we added hot water to the mix.  Electricity and cold water and toilet were already there from some previous owner adding value.  I enjoy turning the lights off.  There is so much daylight right now, no need to pay for illumination.

There was a moment in my life when I bought and used an ioniser ( an urban opportunity ).  I put it next to the cat litter ( inside cat, another urban opportunity ).  Without having to believe in magic and unicorns, it actually improved the environment.  Thankfully, life on the farm does not require this gadget.

Pharmer Pheromones

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The roar up the driveway was not dudes looking for metal or friendly people sharing their religion.  No, it was our farmer neighbor ready to bale the hay Brent cut, tedded and rowed.  We didn’t book him weeks in advance.  Farmers, they look around.  Our farmer neighbor knows Brent is ( or should be ) cutting hay.  Or else farmer neighbor he will give Brent a hard time.  He sees the rows.  Brent wanders over to his farm to see when he is available to bale.  He’s not there because he’s busy baling hay.  A few minutes later, he roars up the driveway and begins to bale Nebraska.

 

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There was no texting or meetings or phone calls.  He showed up because it is time to bale, his last field was complete and Brent’s rows are ready.  I chatted with our neighbors in the villa about the excitment of the arrival of the baler and he likened it to that chemical excreted among species that transports synchronising mojo through the ether. Farmer Pheromones

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Here it comes.

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It’s out.

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aaaaaah. One down, let’s see how many to go.