I took a walk into the back pasture and the sheep and donkeys followed me. I saw on the other side of the fence I put up months ago to keep Griselle from wandering in the way back part of the pasture, that the grass was tall and green.
So I untied the temporary fence and in streamed the very happy sheep and donkeys.
I could actually smell the fresh grass as they cut it with their teeth and swallowed it. Much the same smell as when the lawn is mowed.
It’s only a small area that had been fenced off, but I think of it like a piece of chocolate cake or a mango. Something to gobble up and thoroughly enjoy until it’s all gone.