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.