Make It Look Easy

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I come from a dance background.  When we do amazing feats or kick our leg high, we make it look easy.  Nothing hurts.  Simple.  Casual.  Do this all the time.   That’s part of the art.

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I also dabble in the geek world.  Their art has a note of “duh,” which for geeks means make it look easy.  Sometimes, those amazing feats and solutions are not all that easy, but we make it seem so.

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We move children and we move cattle … and actually, we move chickens.  Chickens, that’s easy.  Children, meh … really depends on the temperament.  … not always predictable.  Hard to make that look easy when they scream and you scream back.

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Cattle?  you need to know some tricks.  I really enjoyed this move.  The cattle ( some new to the system ) crossed the road.  Seems simple, but is it really?  Over the years and with concrete examples of cow moves gone wrong, Brent has set up subtleties that make it all look easy.  And just like a ballerina “floating on air” on her toes, weightless … the herd popped over too easy.  What you don’t see are the bloody toes ( ballerina point dancer ref ) of the past getting this art down to making it look effortless.  Behind that move is pasture planning, cow chess moves and temp fence props.  Add to that when to get the herd back to the yards mixed with do we feed hay?  Do we feed hay because the pasture needs it?  So many inputs to make it look easy.  Here they are, the herd, crossing the road.

 

When I lived in the city, I would have loved to be part of that cow move.  That’s why we are offering an opportunity to stay on the farm.  Seems easy, but what are those tricks?  Accepting reservations starting in May.

Oh Baby

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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!

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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.
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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.

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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.

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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.
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A Farmer’s Wife’s Office

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Close proximity to Kitchen and the outdoors.  Phone accessible.  Internet internessible.  Piano, bouncy ball, fancy chairs.  Photocopy, fridgebox, dinner table.  Yeah, a farmer’s wife doesn’t just wife … she farms … we know that.  Because there is so much to do.  So much so,  we employ child fambly labor to get the chooks done or move shtuff or help with the cows.  And the sales.  And the delivery.  It’s all part of moving things forward.  We call on friends.  Friends help us when two is not enough, we need the third man for our annual “check all the cows” day.  Thanks g-Friend!  The office looks calm, but we are sold out.

The Wind Began To Switch

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The coop to pitch.  Suddenly, the hinges started to unhitch.

Big winds here in France.  We’ve done well with our moveable coop ( chicken tractor ) in the past, but these winds had the right approach with this construction.  Normally, we have our meat chickens in there.  Thankfully, they were not there.  While we wait for the meat chicks to get big enough to put in the chicken tractor, we used it for our breed hens.  And the “chief” as Zelie calls the cockerel.

Sadly we lost four hens to a predator and one hen to shock.  When we found her, she looked like the Wicked Witch of the East.  She was killed neatly and completely.

 

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