Wednesday, April 27, 2011

It ain't easy finding green

Around here we wait for the grass to be in season with the same anticipation other people might wait for peaches or sweet corn. It's tough living in a climate where your favorite food is unavailable for almost 6 months of the year.

Finally the roadsides are showing enough green to be grazeable, and there the drainage has been good enough that I only sink a few inches.

We search and search for a good mouthful of grass.. and what's this?

I think I see a shadow! Those have been even more rare than grass.


Calm, Forward, Straight said...

Right there with you Grey. What measly bits of grass do grow in my paddock, I have already eagerly cropped to the ground. (or trod on)

When my person takes me outside the containment area, sometimes excitement gets the better of me - scary things and all - and she cuts our session short.

Can't wait for endless tasty grazing - will it ever come?!

c2b said...

Hop on a plane and come over for a visit. I could do with some help eating all the grass in my field. There is wayyyyyyyy too much for me.
It would be nice to have such a handsome visitor from overseas to stay. Grace would be sooooooo jealous.