(Above: Morning of 3/09/2023 in the Jacobhouse garden. I moved the majority of the pictured rocks last night, but I moved the largest one (all the way to the right) into place this morning.)
3/5/2023: Today began in the mid 60s and warmed to the mid 80s. A little foggy in the morning, clear in the afternoon.
Dawn of 3/5/2023. 
Cow #967 resting her head against the hip of another bovine. 
Jacobhouse at midday on 3/5/2023. The trees are becoming greener, and the grass is growing. Casa de Jacobo a las doce de 5/3/2023. Los arboles se vuelven más verde, y el césped está creciendo. 
Delicious lunch of 3/5/2023: Belgian Blue chuck roast soup, a sourdough pan pizza for dipping in the soup, and a Padre-made & Madre-dressed salad. 
At Padre’s prompting, I began collecting rocks from the fields adjacent to Jacobhouse. These rocks will be utilized in the leachfield for an outdoor shower. 
Dinner of 3/5/2023: A repast of skillet-sautéed eggs (spiced with rosemary and chiltepin) along with a Padre-made salad. The salad contained Romaine lettuce, garden carrots, and garden radish. 
A dessert of ‘octopus-arrangement’ Granny Smith apple, accompanied by Greek Yogurt and a sprinkling of cinnamon.
3/6/2023: Today began in the low 60s and warmed into the high 80s. Sunny throughout.
Dawn of 3/6/2023. 
Lunch of 3/6/2023: A delicious repast of sushi & Miso soup procured from Sushi Bistro of Ocala. 
Caterpillar season is here. At night, when walking back to Jacobhouse, I hear a rain of their droppings pelting the ground. La estacion de orugas está aqui. En la noche, cuándo camino a mi casita, yo eschucho las heces de las orugas golpeando la tierra. Es como lluvia. 
Dinner consisting of skillet-sautéed eggs and a Padre-made / Jacob-dressed green salad. 
A dessert consisting of cinnamon-sprinkled Fuji apple, strawberry, and Greek Yogurt.
3/7/2023: Today began in the low 60s and warmed into the high 80s. Sunny throughout.
Morning of 3/7/2023: Uncle Wag and I ventured north to procure a new inventory of beef for Master Blend. After we had loaded the meat, we were given a quick tour of the facility. Here is the hanging room (uncle for scale). 
Central pasture at midday. 
A lone clump of grass growing from between two boards above the water trough in the central pasture. Un mata de césped brotando de entre dós tablas madera arriba de abrevadero en el pasto centro. 
Lunch of 3/7/2023: Skillet-sautéed eggs accompanied by a Padre-made & Madre-dressed salad. 
After the entrée, I enjoyed a plate of Granny Smith apple, strawberries, and Greek yogurt. 
Padre & Wag giving a wobble-legged Wagyu a dose of hydrating fluids via esophageal-feeder. 
View of central beef pasture at dusk of 3/7/2023 after I had finished filling 10 compost bags. 
Dinner of 3/7/2023: Reverse-Seared Belgian Blue burger steak accompanied by a Padre-made cucumber & pizza crouton salad. A glass of Merlot was enjoyed to the side. 
A delightful dessert of Fuji apple & strawberry accompanied by some sour cream left over from the meal.
3/8/2023: Today began in the low 60s and proceeded to warm into the high 70s. Sunny throughout. Beautiful weather.
Morning task on 3/8/2023: Moving 10 Moo-Magic bags to the compost stand. 
Central beef pasture at midday (3/8/2023). 
For some reason, Padre wanted me to take a picture of these buckets for the blog. 
A delectable lunch on 3/8/2023 of Romaine lettuce topped with crumbled Belgian Blue beef, avocado, sour cream, salsa, and diced tomato. 
Cast-iron cheese pizza consisting of sour-dough crust, molcajete pizza sauce, and mozzarella cheese. 
(Front) Jacob pizza and (Back) Padre pizza cooked for the dinner of 3/8/2023. (Frente) Pizza de Jacobo y (atrás) pizza de Padre cocinado para la cena de 8/3/2023. 
The full dinner spread: Cheese pan pizza accompanied by a Padre-made cucumber & cabbage salad. 
A dessert of Granny Smith apple, strawberries, and Greek yogurt.
3/9/2023: Today began in the high 50s and warmed into the high 70s. Sunny throughout.
Morning of 3/09/2023 in the Jacobhouse garden. I moved the majority of the pictured rocks last night, but I moved the largest one (all the way to the right) into place this morning. 
A morning activity on 3/09/2023: Uncle Eric delivered multiple loads of shavings to the entrance-mound just west of the central feed barn. 
Shavings mountains, pre-bovine-flattening (videos below). 
Another morning activity of 3/9/2023: Filling in a hole east of the central feed barn with concrete. 
The same hole after the concrete had been dumped and leveled out with a shovel. 
Lunch of 3/09/2023: Pechuqueso accompanied by a fresh salad and fried yucca. Enjoyed at La Hacienda Colombiana #2. 
A Wagyu London broil reverse-seared for dinner of 3/09/2023. This dinner took place after my first class in Food Animal Nutrition. 
The full dinner spread of 3/09/2023: Wagyu #599 London Broil accompanied by a Padre-made & Jacob-dressed green salad and a glass of Merlot. 
A dessert of one Fuji apple accompanied by one strawberry and a little bit of leftover sour cream. 
Dolores, the spider, still inhabits the corner of my office. Dolores, la araña, todavía vive en la esquina de me oficina.
3/10/2023: Today began in the low 60s and warmed into the low 80s. Partly cloudy.
Dawn of 3/10/2023: Gaur #3668 standing in a classic “alert gaur” stance. 
A fried red-snapper procured from La Hacienda Colombiana #2 yesterday. I reheated it in the oven at 325 F for about 20 minutes, and it ended up being a suitable temperature for combining with the accompanying salad. 
Lunch: Fried Red Snapper, sautéed eggs, and a large Padre-made & Madre-dressed green salad. 
A dessert consisting of sliced Granny Smith apple sprinkled with cinnamon and served with some Greek yogurt. 
Bovines migrating to the central barn for an evening meal. Dust rose toward the clouded sky. 
An especially large carrot harvested from the Jacobhouse garden on the evening of 3/10/2023. 
Dinner of 3/10/2023: Dinner consisted of some pieces of pizza (from two days ago) with a cucumber, cabbage, and carrot salad. La cena de 10/3/2023 consistó de unas piezas de pizza (de dos días pasados) con una ensalada de pepino, repollo, y zanahoria. 
A desert consisting of two strawberries, one Fuji apple, a sprinkling of cinnamon, and a dollop of Greek yogurt.
3/11/2023: Today began in the mid 50s and warmed into the high 70s. Sunny.
Morning of 3/11/2023. The clime was sunny, slightly breezy, and comfortably cool. La mañana de 11/3/2023: El clima estuvo soleado, había un poco de viento, y la temperatura era fresca y agradable. 
It was a busy morning in the Master freezer room. Eight groups of customers stopped by, and two visitors (just looking) stopped by as well. 
Lunch today consisted of skillet-sautéed eggs and a Padre-made & Madre-dressed salad (topped with feta cheese). 
Following the eggs and salad, I enjoyed a plate of Granny Smith apple accompanied by Greek yogurt. 
Two Belgian Blue chuck steaks salted for searing at sunset (actually an hour after sunset). 
Eastern pastures during the late afternoon beef pasture inspection. No cows to be seen. 
Two especially large carrots harvested from the Jacobhouse garden on 3/11/2023. 
Dinner of 3/11/2023: Belgian Blue chuck steak along with a carrot, cabbage, garden-lettuce, olive, and roasted pepper salad. No-sugar-added BBQ sauce for dunking and a glass of Merlot for drinking. 
A dessert consisting of one large strawberry accompanied by a cinnamon-sprinkled Fuji apple.
Final Note: A couple quotes granting a little more insight about Marcus Stiverius.
“Some protest and some fight while others sulk or simply accept it as continuance of their unlucky lot. Once in a hundredmoon, though, you find that one man weary of the world, of life… of ALL the NEEDLESS complexity. ‘Tis he who finds freedom in my fetters, and ‘tis for him, I pursue my trade.”
– Slavemaster Marcus Bodante Stiverius
“Whether he always believed as much or if he has lied for so long as to delude himself, I could not determine. What I did note, is that Un’Mei treats the zealot Slavemaster as equal. Other than her, I feel that not even the crown prince of Fahrendel much less an envoy of my status is safe where that man is concerned. I leave this message with the captain of the Dance for in the case that I do not return… not as a means of applying for aid – DO NOT ATTEMPT – but as a warning to those who sent me.”
– written by Phineas Herr, envoy of Dair Kronig, Sovereign of Trinacria
Appreciated, would swear some of those shenanigans happened well over a week ago… time
Much appreciated, I could almost swear that some of those shenanigans happened over a week ago, that’s farm time