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.
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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?!
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.
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