Wednesday, May 9, 2012


After a thorough drenching the lands fairly burst with life. The ponds brim, the slow trickle creeks rush 'n gurgle, and the frogs send up a chorus of glee at the bounty around them. All matter of bird take to the air, the marshes, the pastures with great purpose and vigor. One can fairly see the grasses accelerating upward toward the sun peaking betwixt the rain clouds!

Waiting on paddock move in the rain; Jake the elder & Mocha a youngin

I think even when there's a slight chill in the air the herd enjoys the rain. They understand the rain's import and promise of even sweeter forage in coming days.

Heading into fresh pasture on a rainy day