Seeing this much grass in the springtime is highly unusual.
Granted, it's dead and left over from last summer, but still...
It's a nice change of pace from the usual barren, brown desert we're all accustomed to this time of year,
and it's the reason the herd heads to the back 40. There's always more grass out there, dead or alive,
because there are fewer water-sucking juniper trees.
I love taking pictures at grass level. When I snapped this one, I thought an elephant was coming toward me.
Turns out it was only George. Please don't tell him I compared him to an elephant. He's very sensitive.
The herd is munching on the dead grass to get to the itty bitty green sprouts that are growing at the base.
A wide variety of grasses grows out here,
blue grama, hairy grama, black grama, buffalograss, bluestem. I say if it's green, it's good...
...unless it's locoweed, which I have yet to spot this year. You'll hear a cry for help if I do.
Watching the herd munch peacefully in the pasture, living as nature intended,
is the reason I live in the middle of nowhere, and it makes my heart sing.
And so does this view of the night watchman, waiting for me in the doorway as I head home.