With some luck and good management the pastures ahead of the sheep are lush and plentiful. When they move into a new pasture one can’t help feeling satisfied that everything looks as it should. That only lasts for a couple days though and then the evidence of a thousand mouths eating that grass begins to show. The flock is now at it highest point for grass intake, with the lambs no longer getting much milk from the ewes and eating grass like no ones business and the ewes eating to keep up with raising growing lambs.
This photo is from the morning after two inches of much needed rain, the ewes are still wet and the grass is that fresh, newly watered green. The ewes have just arrived in this pasture. I like to hang around and soak in the scene when we make a pasture move with the ewes, as it keeps me feeling grateful that we still have grass and averts the back of the mind niggling that at any time the conditions could change. We have been abundantly wet for the last six or seven years so this dryer year feels abnormal. We are watching in amazement as the wetlands shrink back at a rapid pace and drowned and dead trees are sticking out of dry earth rather than water. This has been a year of change and I'm not sure yet what adjustment needs to be made.