High Temperature: 73F Low Temperature: 49F Sunrise: 6:28 am Sunset: 8:15 pm Humidity: 36% Wind: nne 5 mph
Through most of last winter and into spring, we've kept the cattle to one half of our acreage as a way to let the other pasture recover from the extreme damage that a herd of cows cause. The difference in pastures as spring reaches its verdant peak is stark. The herd-free half is lush, with a crazy-quilt diversity of plant life. It's brilliant green and lovely, a bucolic landscape painting. The other half is battered, pocked with deep holes from hooves, used up, and barren-looking.
But it is not without its own subtle kind beauty. Like the other pasture, it is a bright, springy green. From afar it looks like a meticulously manicured lawn; only this one is maintained by forty-five lawnmowers with legs. The plants cows won't eat stand out in stark contrast to the groomed grasses so we can get a good look at the flowers and leaves. It's easy to identify the trash trees and weeds that need to be dug out or killed off.
Soon we will release the cows to the other pasture. I'm sad about this as I enjoy walking through the tall grass, watching the bees and butterflies on the flowers, taking photographs. But the cows, the bull and their offspring need the food and nourishment. I wonder if they look through the barbed wire fence with hunger, their rumen, reticulum, omasum and abomasum rumbling in anticipation.