As the spring rains feed the ground fresh blades of grass are beginning to emerge through the growth of the previous year. Each day I walk down the lane to the cattle and sheep and advance their fence a length adding a new stretch of ground to their pasture. Already they've learned that the best grass can be found there. They meet me at the edge of the paddock and follow me down to the fence that I move, rushing to be the first to taste the fresh grass. They don't settle in to graze right away. No. They follow me all the way down the fenceline, because a rumor has spread that the best grass is always just on the other side of my fence.
