Pasture

The Kateri Shrine right across the river

Can't get enough of it. The grass is sparse because it has been so cold and dry, but we turned the girls out for the night last night just the same. How they are enjoying it, lined out all over the hill in the pink and gold of the morning sun. I love to watch them graze...I think any farmer or rancher gets a deep down satisfaction from watching their animals eat. I love to stand in the barn last thing on a winter night and listen to our ladies rustling through their hay...it brings a great sensation of contentment and comfort.

I keep one ear awake all night during pasture time though, when they are turned out, listening for hooves where they don't belong, the phone ringing, mooing in strange places or the sound of grass being torn up beside the garden pond....all signs that the cows are out. That is NEVER good news, but especially not at night.

And I forgot to do this the other day, but JB put up a really great post about a talk he heard that you really should read. It is right here. So much of what is drummed into us night and day about the food we eat is bull...and that is putting it nicely.

Now, off to invite the girls to come down off the hill and into the barn for some nice tasty grain and an appointment with the milking machines. Have a good one.