Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter.
Who would think that those branches would turn to green and blossom,
but we hope it, we know it.
Johann Wolfgang vonGoethe
The cows have been back in this hay field for one day and one night and they seem to be quite contented. I walk past them and head to the back corner of this field of optimism. I look down to the ground as I walk and am sad to see the grass is disappearing faster than we thought. I can now see the deep cracks in the now bare ground. I walk over to and then across the culvert over the dried up swamp and wonder why there are no tracks across and into the field of lush green grass.
Bossy2 and then a few other cows being curious follow. They all start mooing as if to tell the others what they had discovered even though it was me that showed them. Just like a cow taking all the credit. Suddenly as if a switch went off in their head they bolt past me and run into the tall grass. The rest of the cows seeing what was going on raced across this culvert as I stand there, hoping to not get knocked off. I am sure they are thinking “Why did we not notice this bridge and this beautiful buffet of green?”
After not being swept off my feet, thank goodness, and listening to so much loud mooing going on in the excitement, and the sound of heavy stomping hooves crossing the culvert all movement and sounds stop. All of a sudden I hear the munching of grass, tall green plentiful grass. They are all lined up together like a gigantic eating machine carefully walking inch by inch and devouring this field.
I cannot believe how nice it is back here I walk amongst the cows and my feet feel wet, this is impossible I think to myself but it is real. The shelter of the full leafy trees from the blazing hot drying sun, and the moisture coming from the mulch of this never grazed field of old grasses has created the perfect greenhouse. No wonder my cows are happy, I was happy too.
I check the back fence of barbed wire and then the page wire fence on the side. I check it carefully as to make sure nothing was missed being fixed. This will be our routine twice a day, morning and night until the cows are done back here. There is too much danger for them behind this fence. They will be safe here.
After walking the fence line and seeing everything looked fine I wander over to stand under a beautiful green leaf covered Oak tree and watch the cows. My happy, happy cows. Enjoy.
Now it has to rain, they are calling for it. Oh please let it be true this time.
Thursday morning about 4am I awoke to hear the patter of rain on my roof, I could not go back to sleep I was too excited. I listened for over an hour then fall asleep contented. I do hope it keeps raining. Mother Nature you have never disappointed me. Thank You.