In the hush of dawn with the dew laden grass under my feet, I find myself out in the fields, it's grazing season.
I share these early moments with a new set of friends. The ants are up, busy moving all their sticks around and making their mound bigger before the heat of the day sets in.
Prairie dogs are up barking at me, did you know that they have an extensive language? They have a sound just for me that tells everyone I am on my way.
This sweet wild flower only blooms in the early morning, a whole field will be covered with them. By noon it returns to green, their blooms fold under the warmth of the sun. All these years on the farm and I I still have not been able to identify them.
Miss Merry is the reason for all this early morning activity. She can only graze early in the day, and she loves it so..By the time she is done the dew has dried and the sheep can start grazing. The ewes are first, returning to the barn at noon to get out of the sun, with the rams going out in the afternoon. One hour of grazing equals one meal of hay. That took awhile to figure out, by watching their weight and how grazing sustained it, I was able to make the equation.
To watching and learning in the hush of dawn...
*Last time in Barn Stories: Out and Back