Happy New Year!

family photo 2013

For me, 2013 has felt like herding Curtis children and working with Brent on tasty beef and fixing the fencing and tidying the farm and meeting new nice people and enjoying life all at the same time. Meanwhile, the house disrepects us and stays a mess. It’ll be clean someday. Imaculate! And we’ll need to start some new projects that off mess.

I found a moment today and thought I’d take a family photo. I loved the one we took a few years back.


… or a few years back back

Yeah, I suppose I could have dolled them up a bit.  But no, I show it as it is.

family photo 2013


Otto spent his day moving his new herd of cows ( more on that later ) as well as helping Brent move the herd.

Minty ran around in her best winter summer dress and flip-flops.

Lucy worked with the new fluff ball.

Zelie did her own Hello Kitty make-up this time.  She’s fond of black.

Tosca was convinced to sit for a photo.

Fluff ball is still curious about what he signed up for.

This is how they rolled today.

As we ride out the rest of these glorious moments of 2013, the bubbles are chilling and the duck confit and foie gras are warming.  I’m very excited about 2014.  We have some wonderful new friends who love to help out.  We have new ideas and routine to support our farm.  We want to make it pertier.  We hope to feed more people.  We have a load of lovely beef getting ready.  They look great.

Last year I made the New Year’s Resolution to improve my French.  Total flop.  This year, I’m going to try again. I also will try to take advantage of Minty’s photo-bombing skills.

K. nuff said. It’s time to get that fatty liver on. I hope you have a great New Year. Make it great. You can do this!

minty photo bomb

2012 Brought To You By The Letter ‘B’


B is for Beef.

B is for Beefy Beef.


B is for Bitter cold. We lost some key water pipes during the terrible freeze of 2012.

the hay must roll on

B is for Barriers.


B is for Bolt. Those were amazing bolts. Holds cows in. Easy to install. I love them!

B is for Bows.

B is for Bushy. Our grass is getting better each year. All cows eat grass.

B is for Bad. Bad Zélie, it’s the ol’ hook-n-eye on the door for you!


B is for Belly.


B is for Business cards

B is for Boxes. New packaging! Cute box! Beef direct!


B is for Bad Mittens. A piece of art at the Toulouse airport that moved us while waiting for Kevin to arrive.
bad mittens

B is for Bad Arse. When Kevin hops in the pelle, just step aside.


B is for Bug. Old Siamese who cuddles like none other.

B is for Bonkers. Michael does his punning rendition of the pied piper using a veau pied.


B is for Bozo. Our third child is a clown. Laughter and giggles all around.

B is for Burp. Our third child would like you to heed her advice.


B is for Beautiful. Lucy is developing into a beautiful young lady.

B is for Big Help. New friends came for a visit and helped out.



B is for Big bunch.

B is for Bull. Gremlin has found his special purpose.


B is for Balls. Not Gremlin’s Balls. Gwar’s balls. Our first steer. ( I totally said that out loud. Probably should cut this )
He has some balls

B is for Bye-Bye Mirandaise. No more white cows. We are black and rouge and grass all over.


B is for Basketball.

B is for Big Man on Campus.

B is for Bigger Herd.

B is for Blech. Lucerne and “special starter goop.”

B is for Boo!

Here’s hoping 2013 brings better beef, bright sunshine and big smiles. Cheers to you and your mates/friends/copaings!!