Our animals have spent most of the winter wandering across the hills at the top of the farm, one section at a time. If we did not encourage them through the use of fences and constant movement this is not a path they would ever tread. Given the choice they would always head downhill to the creek flats in the valley.
Whether they can smell the scent of the grass on the air or they just rely upon collective memory they know this is where they will find our most verdant, nutritious grass. Millions of years of flooding has ensured this.
This Monday we gave them what they wanted. They are finally content.
