Sunny mornings

The mornings of work to the stable are for some time brightened of a new presence: Dynamite.
Explosive like wants it its name, this small bitch beauceronne was able at the Court little before Christmas in order to succeed one day our brave man but growing old Opérette whose stays in front of the stove lengthen more and more

Dynamite

My turbulent and young partner starts, close on my heels, by entering the stables of cows with as much of discretion than a regiment of grognards. One needs of them fortunately others to disturb our good grosses animals charolaises which in any event await only the salutary arrival of the forks of hay in Dynamitele rack. The cats, on the other hand, are brutally drawn from their morning torpor by a delousing in rule (finally, I suppose): good soul, Dynamite indeed undertakes déparasiter by vigorously maintaining them under its already solid legs in spite of its small three months, and by conscientiously drawing some tufts from probably soiled hairs. In general the operation stops by a sudden change of activity, as to catch for example an end of straw which flies to him in front of the nose, but that can be prolonged and I am informed end of the intervention only at the end of a few minutes, by a dry mewing and a sharp rebuff meaning to him that good, now, the border of the play is exceeded The other day, extremely intrigued by an unknown small beast, it approached prudently a small calf which put back its tétée first, with mimicry sometimes of frightened evasion, sometimes of strong and dominating approach; at the end of some time, the two young animals mutually smelled truffle with reserve and attention until Dynamite suddenly carries out that above it, a differently large head that his followed with attention the spectacle, with probably the intention to send the young intruder to a few meters by a prompt encorné sweeping. The escape was instantaneous, and much faster than the approach, as it is guessed.

Bull charolais

Today it does not freeze yet badly, we are in midmorning and I will visit my two large dads charolais, like each day. It is necessary me to break the film of ice which recovers the water of their feeding trough, them

to push back the grass ensilage under the nose and to offer flattened corn to them. They raffolent some, and then in fact peaceful animals never assert; I must myself of the cocoter because them, the winter, they remain in pre Rassurez you,

Bull charolais

it is not ease of my share, but a need: to keep intact its muscular and articular capacity, a bull must in any season capacity freely to go, move, in short never ankyloser if not the brutal natural solicitude of spring, with the cows, is likely to cost him distorsions and other fractures
The promptness of the cold, quite natural in this period, troubles me sometimes when I pass to sides of my seedlings out of gauge: I did not have time nor the leisure yet to plant the hedge and the curtain of trees designed to finish protecting stalling from the wind and decorating the accesses a little. I hope that a rise in temperature will arrive before March because if not, once more, all will be to make at the same time!

Good courage with all and soon.

François and Juliette

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