This site is called wobbly.com, so named for a rather unstable motorcycle I used to own. But there is an organization called the Industrial Workers of the World that are known as the Wobblies. These folks never cross my radar so I don’t ever think of them, until today. The photojournalist called Zombie wrote aContinue reading "The Wobblies"

Warning: there really is half a dead bunny in one of the photos below. Those who think that bunnies are cute house pets and not food should stop reading this post and look here instead to see the photo of the bunnies next to the bunny slipper. Regenerating pasture, with clouds. What does a dogContinue reading "Dead bunny society"

When you’re a paysan, a French rural farmer dude, you keep a knife at hand. You see them at village meals when a farmer wants to cut bread or when the meat course comes out. They pull out their Opinel and get cutting. Not only do they all carry a knife, they have a sayingContinue reading "Un paysan sans couteau n’est pas un paysan"

Jean has already written about the little battle between our fences and a thunderstorm but I wanted to add a couple of photos. We lost the wire in a few spots. It was aluminum and just melted away under the current. The steel wire holding the insulators on was burnt or damaged in several placesContinue reading "Go greased lightning"

The herd will be eating luzerne for a few weeks, and here are a few photos of their last grass for a while. The grass in the foreground has already been eaten, but I don’t usually backfence since they don’t like going over old ground when there’s new grass out there. In general, I makeContinue reading "Cows on grass"

The weather report for this weekend was for 39°C, about 102°F. That’s hot for Salers cows, although the Mirandaise like to sunbathe in that temperature. To aid in herd comfort I moved them to a new paddock where there were plenty of trees. The new paddock is in the background of the picture above withContinue reading "It’s getting hot in here"

I was mowing the Alaska paddock and as the evening wore on the sun dropped to the point where it started shining in my eyes. This was irritating, but the layout of the paddock is East-West so to keep my mowing efficient I had to stare into the sun. The sun kept lowering until itContinue reading "Chopping into the sunset"

We’re used to seeing cows lie on the ground in the day, resting with their heads up. Not Elf: she likes to get fully relaxed. The first time we saw this we thought she was dead. She’s putting on weight well, as you can see from the belly. She has a cool set of hornsContinue reading "When Elfie takes a break, she totally rests"

I broke my marteau-broyeur. This is the macho flail chopper that cuts down everything up to small trees. Well, everything except patches of morning glory and blackberries when you don’t pay attention, drive too fast and don’t realize the rotor has stopped. The belts are cooked. It used to have five drive belts. Only oneContinue reading "I broke my chopper"

There are a couple of lucerne paddocks that I’m letting the cows eat rather than turning into hay. Twistie approves: She’s called Twistie because she has an odd twist to her horns. She likes eating the mature lucerne. Grazing legumes can be risky, but the biggest risk is with young plants and these ones areContinue reading "Twistie on the Soccer Pitch"