The herd is down at the little pond between Nebraska and Yukon. (Yes, our geography is ‘creative’.)
It’s all heifers and steers in there.
Blur has a song about looking for heifers who want steers who like steers to be heifers, or something like that:
The grass out there is pretty good given that this was taken in the middle of a hot dry summer.
So begins the annual game where I try to figure out which grass is Timothy and which is Foxtail. The guess here is Timothy, but I’m cheating since I know it was in the seed mix a couple of years ago.
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I’m surprised there’s just one in the pond! If you’ve said what you do for water in your paddocks, I’ve forgotten. Do tell!