FARM FLICKS

Little films. Big memories.

Real farm stories, even made up memories kids & kids a like can watch, laugh with and watch on repeat. Perfect for downtime, break time & "just give me five time"!

Meet the characters, follow the little adventures, spot the hidden moments and keep the feeling of the farm chapters alive at home.

Every flick starts with a real place, a real story, or a small farm moment worth remembering. Although made up stuff is just as magical. Nothing too polished.

Some are made just for fun, no reason.

Warm, whymsical, light and bite sized. For kids who wonder and ask for one more..

"Most kin folk leave the story at the farm. Some.. the smart ones, bring the story home with them & ask to go back the 'morra. See a good story don't sit still like. It lives on in memory"...Paddy McPuddington

WHYMSICAL WONDERS

NANNUP TO ONTARIO

The Thunderclucks surf the Chestnut Shingles from Chestnut Brae to Pingles Farm

Old Kev said the days were not for rushing.

He would stand in the field of tulips with his hands in his pockets, sniffing the air like an old dog. Like he knew something everyone else missed.

Kids would ask, “Kev, what are you doing?" He’d say, “Very important farm work.”

“What work?” “Just chillin”

Then he’d nod at the tulips like they were old mates and say, “Some flowers grow better when you stop bossing the day around.”

Souci knew that as well.

One of Nana's old yarns. She'd say, "you should always wear clean undies with no holes in them".

Kids would ask, “Why no holes, Nana?”

“Because life already gives you enough surprises. Your underwear doesn’t need to join in.”

Then she’d take the cake out of the oven, nod like she’d settled the matter and say,

“Face the day with a smile, manners, gratitude and a full belly and never trust a big day in dodgy undies.”

Now that's yarnie

LISTEN TO SOUCI GETS LEFT BEHIND

Uncle Chuck Chestnut said mornings were made for sniffing.

He’d bounce into the sunlight, breathe in deep and say,

“Ahh. Fresh grass. Warm trees. A brand new day.”

Then he’d sniff again. Squint. Look straight at a pile of old socks...

“And a pair of socks that should be buried with respect. They are mingin”

Then he’d wink and say,

“Start every morning with a good sniff in, a good blow out and feet stank that don’t make the dog gag.”

Old Bill said every farm has one wise old gate. Not because it talks. Because it squeaks at everyone like it owns the place. Kids run through it. Dogs wee on it. Grandads lean on it like they are solving the world. Yet somehow, that silly old gate is the thing everyone remembers.