When we first closed on our house in March 2013, I called this section behind the backyard proper the "pasture."
I was dreaming.
It looked nothing like a pasture.
The six of us took down the (falling down anyway) wooden picket fence.
And in February 2014, we had the "pasture" fenced in:
And then in April 2014, my dad drove down on his tractor and tilled up the pasture...
And after a few weeks, it looked like the grass seed wasn't going to take...but then it did!
And on Saturday morning, our pasture looked like this:
And then on Saturday evening, our pasture looked like this:
Don't see anything different?
Look reeeeeal close back in the left-hand corner...
There are cows in that pasture!
At times I thought this was just never going to happen.
But here they are....
Meet our two Jerseys....T-Bone, and his mama, Chelsea.
|I took this through a square in the fence....they weren't letting us get that close at the time.|
More to come about our cow adventures soon.....but I'll sign off with these "milky" pictures...