High Temperature: 91F
A few days ago we opened the gates separating the western pasture from the eastern one and waited. How long it would take the first cow to discover that the barrier to the lush feeding ground had been removed? It took a couple of days and it wasn't a single cow, but several that gingerly and cautiously stepped down into a shallow ditch and up into grass nirvana. They have been contentedly munching ever since. (They seem in especially enjoy clover.)
This morning, leaving earlier than usual for our walk, we could barely see the herd deep in the grass, under the moonlight. In one spot two very small brown faces with identical white patches could be seen rising just above the tips of the grass. They steadily watched us as we walked up the driveway.
It won't be long before they have eaten it all down, leaving only the ragweed, the Carolina Horsenettle, and that awful shiny green plant with thorns that we call "barbed wire." While that is happening, the western pasture will have time to recover and to put to use all of the good fertilizer kindly deposited over the winter months by the herd.