Burella Family Farm

Burella Family Farm Animals are taken care of the same way we would want to be. Free range & open pastures. Calves are never weaned at birth (taken from mom) for bottle fed.

Our Beef is 100% grass feed from birth, no grain (corn/soy/ect). 100% Natural & Canadian Family Owned

07/25/2026

🩃 NOW OPEN – Thanksgiving Turkey Orders! 🩃

Reserve your Free-Range Thanksgiving Turkey today!

✅ Fresh – harvested the day of pickup
✅ Never Frozen
✅ Raised with care on our family farm on pasture from birth

Limited quantities available, so order early to avoid missing out!

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Burlington - Wednesday/Oct/7
We are hoping for a 630pm pick up
We will update our ETA once we hit the road usually just after 5.

Wainfleet (Farm) - Thursday/Oct/8
Anytime after 6pm

LIMITED Turkeys still available

Victoria and I decided we wanted ducks again for our ponds—and, hopefully, some fresh eggs too! đŸŠ†đŸ„šMy sister was kind eno...
07/07/2026

Victoria and I decided we wanted ducks again for our ponds—and, hopefully, some fresh eggs too! đŸŠ†đŸ„š

My sister was kind enough to lend us her incubator and walk me through the process. So, naturally, I set the incubator up on my bedroom dresser where I could keep a close eye on everything. 😂

Unfortunately, only 1 of the 12 eggs hatched. 🐣

Normally, when I have day old chicks, I’d move them to a area together. But I couldn’t bring myself to leave this little one all alone.

So
 naturally, I made it a little home in my bedroom. 😅

We won’t know if it’s a boy or a girl for a few more weeks. Victoria has been tossing around names like Scarlet or Bob, depending on what it turns out to be.

Every morning it’s waiting for me to take it out. It follows me around the house while I get ready for work, although “following” might be a stretch—it usually just wants to climb onto my shoulder and ride around instead.

Victoria, Jackson, and I have all become pretty attached already. Whether we’re sitting on the couch or lying down, this little duck seems happiest curled up on one of our chests.

Safe to say
 this little duck has already won our hearts â€ïžđŸŠ†


.undecided if we have a house duck now 🩆

Rainy Day Sheep Run (that turned into everything else)It was a rainy day and we couldn’t do much around the farm, so I f...
07/04/2026

Rainy Day Sheep Run (that turned into everything else)

It was a rainy day and we couldn’t do much around the farm, so I figured we might as well turn it into a road trip and go pick up some sheep.

A couple years ago we got sheep just to see if they could help with lawn maintenance. I fenced in the front and back of the property. We got Katahdin sheep—which grow a winter coat and naturally shed it in spring, so no shearing needed. They’re a meat and milk breed.

They’ve been easy to manage and sell well, so I decided we should expand the herd.

With a new-to-us Tesla, a hitch, and way too much confidence, I thought this was a good time to test towing range. So off we went—car full of kids, snowmobile trailer hooked up with a calf hitch strapped down, and a 2.5-hour drive to go look at sheep.

To be fair, the Tesla actually did great. It calculated range perfectly and even told me exactly what % I’d arrive with
 and it was right.

On the way back, it suggested a quick 7-minute Supercharger stop due to the extra weight. I bumped it to 10 minutes just to be safe.

Then Porter calls—he needs gas before work and wants me to show him how to pump it since he just got his full licence and has never done it before. So I told him I’d meet him at the gas station down the road.

About 1 km from the station, I feel shaking from the trailer. I pull over, but can’t see anything obvious. We’re so close I decide to continue.

We pull into the station
 with a Tesla and a trailer full of sheep.

And then—BAM—one of the trailer tires flies off.

So now I’ve got kids in the car, sheep in the trailer, and a broken tire situation in a gas station parking lot.

I park everything and tell the kids to stay put. I go inside with Porter, already a bit frustrated, and say:
“Pump 4, $30.”

Guy replies: “Pump 1, $50.”

I look outside at the only vehicle at the pumps: “Pump 4, $30.”

We go out
 and of course the pump won’t reset. Back inside. Out again. Repeat a few times until someone finally comes out to fix it. I reassure Porter this is not normal and next time it will go smoother.

Now we still have sheep and a broken trailer to deal with.

I unhook everything and Victoria stays with the sheep in the pouring rain while I bring the little kids home. Then it’s back out with the small tractor, because the big one has the backhoe on it.

I crawl along at 15 km/h on the back road, then on Highway 3 with a large caged trailer in the pouring rain. 5km from house to gas station

Meanwhile, Victoria is standing in the rain guarding the sheep. A guy stops and tells her she should just leave the trailer. She refuses. He comes back twice more trying to convince her, but she’s not budging.

At one point a friend sees me crawling down the highway on a small tractor pulling a massive caged trailer. He pulls over to ask what’s going on, I let tell him. Without even being asked, he goes straight to the gas station to help Victoria.

I arrive and we hook the trailer up to his truck and transfer sheep one by one into another trailer. As I carry one out, it hits its nose on the doorway and gets a bloody nose. These poor sheep are probably thinking, “this is the guy taking care of us?”

We then drag the broken trailer half a kilometre down the road to the tire shop.

He and Victoria bring the sheep home. I take the tractor back in the pouring rain for another fun 5km drive.

When I get home, we hook the sheep trailer back up and drive down to the barn to unload the sheep.

Honestly
 what an adventure. It could’ve gone a lot worse. You just have to laugh, be grateful it all worked out in the end, and call it a win. A funny story to look back on and great memories and laughs

June 2 — Turkey Pickup DayThe farm doesn’t stop, so neither do we.Tesla didn’t have time to finish what they were workin...
07/03/2026

June 2 — Turkey Pickup Day

The farm doesn’t stop, so neither do we.

Tesla didn’t have time to finish what they were working on, so they hooked me up with a brand new loaner.

Perfect timing
 because we needed to pick up 100+ baby turkeys.

So yes—brand new white interior Tesla
 and 100+ turkeys.

Victoria and I loaded them up and brought them back to the farm. The car now officially smells like “farm ambition meets chaos.” (Joking there was no mess or small)

Jackson came out to help get them set up before soccer. After all his hard work, he needed a drink to cool down
 so naturally, he went with the cattle trough. Hydration is hydration.

Just another normal day where nothing about this makes sense—but somehow it all works.

May 26thEvery year around May 26th week, we open up the back pastures for the cattle to graze.Before that happens, we do...
07/02/2026

May 26th

Every year around May 26th week, we open up the back pastures for the cattle to graze.

Before that happens, we do a full fence check. The 20 acres is surrounded by big maple trees, and over the winter some inevitably come down onto the fence lines.

So it’s a full day job—running the tractor with a bucket full of tools and a chainsaw, clearing fallen trees, and repairing any fence damage we find along the way.

Victoria and Jackson love this day. Victoria brings her speaker and takes over as DJ, and the kids just go full volume—screaming, not really singing, just pure energy with music blasting across the pasture.

It usually takes us a full day to get everything cleaned up and ready.

And now
 “Pink Pony Club” is officially stuck in my head.

A while back, I got some goats. On the farm, nothing stays unless it has a purpose. The plan was simple—they were going ...
07/01/2026

A while back, I got some goats. On the farm, nothing stays unless it has a purpose. The plan was simple—they were going to handle some w**d control.

That plan didn’t quite work out the way I expected, so unfortunately it came time for them to move on.

I saw it as a good opportunity to head to St. Jacobs Market. The night before, we spent a good amount of time chasing them around to pen them up for an easy early morning load.

Next morning, I’m making coffee and look out
 the goats are roaming the backyard again. So round two of chasing them down started before 6 a.m. Eventually, I got them loaded into the Tesla.

If you’ve been to St. Jacobs, the livestock area is fenced in area with a big gate, clearly marked with big signs “livestock loading area only”. The area is has semi trucks with livestock trailers backed in
.this time, there was also a Tesla in the lineup.

The look I got from people as I entered said it all—like I was in the wrong place. I backed in like the other trucks, got out, and walked into the office. The lady asked, “Which trailer is yours?”

I told her, “They’re in the trunk of the Tesla.”

She was pretty shocked and proceeded to tell me how illegal it was, thinking they were in a closed area trunk. She came out expecting a closed trunk situation. As we approached, she was shaking her head saying, “There are goats in that Tesla?” I just opened the back, and when she saw it, she bursted out laughing and said how cute they were.

With the goats unloaded, Porter, Victoria, and I spent the day walking the market. Porter picked out some Hot Wheels, and we grabbed beef jerky, got some handmade pretzels and malt chips.

We then roamed the auction house. The picture of us on the catwalk above the livestock has a deeper meaning for me. I posted a similar photo years ago when I first started out, standing there thinking about building my farm and buying cattle. Never thinking that one day my kids would be back at this same spot with me.

As I mentioned in that post, my grandfather stood on that same catwalk buying and selling livestock. Now, a third generation has walked that same path. These are the moments I live

June 10Victoria and I were doing our evening routine taking care of the baby turkeys, each of us in different hutches fe...
06/18/2026

June 10

Victoria and I were doing our evening routine taking care of the baby turkeys, each of us in different hutches feeding and topping up water. That’s when we heard a “mooo.”

We both stopped what we were doing, stepped out of the hutches, and looked at each other, listening for it again.

There it was again.

“New calf?” Victoria asked.

“I believe so,” I said.

It sounded like a baby calf. We already have two young calves about a month old, but this one sounded fresh and different.

We heard it once more and looked at each other, then started heading that way.

Sure enough, Jersey had a new calf—another heifer born already this year.

This one looks like it’s wearing a mask, with white legs like it has boots on. Full of energy already, running around with its tail straight up and wagging like a dog.

May 20Another calf this morning!I walked around the barn looking for Diamond, the only cow I hadn’t seen yet. Sure enoug...
06/16/2026

May 20

Another calf this morning!

I walked around the barn looking for Diamond, the only cow I hadn’t seen yet. Sure enough, there she was with her newborn heifer calf.

A healthy new arrival and another happy addition to this year’s calf crop. 🐼

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