Sunday, May 20, 2012
Yesterday the farmer who owns the enormous fields across the road started cutting them.
The mower created delicious smelling art work on the landscape.
Later today the big trucks arrived to haul the fresh, sun dried, grass away after it was blown into them.
All this grass is being trucked to a dairy farm in the next town.
Down the road my herd ate their fast growing grass.
Green is the color of today here in Vermont.
This morning when I went to check on the herd, all I could hear was the ripping up of grass by the cows.
Tonight the air has a wonderful aroma of fresh cut hay.
Oh Yeah, this guy still has no name. I have been calling him Poop Head, because of the way he landed here. He is a week old today and much cleaner.
If you had this calf, what would YOU name him?
Posted by ~ Janis