Neither we nor the beasts (as evidenced by...well, never mind) can stomach the poo pasture any more. In contemplating options until the hillside wheat is harvested, FL suggested driving up and trying the hilltop tromp again - "If we stay on the west side of the field and hillside we should be able to avoid most of the cheat grass and the puppies are bigger now so they should be able to see over the other grasses". He was right about the cheat grass - most of it is located on the opposite side of the hill and we are able to avoid it almost completely - hurray!
But the grass! Ah, the grass...the BEAST can't see over it and even I get lost sometimes! Tall, golden, grass. The grass has lots of grasshoppers - which are oh so enticing to the beast.She bounces and pounces after them in reckless abandon (picture Tigger here). The smaller (slightly) beasts seem to enjoy the change of scenery - from green tunnels to golden tunnels.
The temperature was just right, the sunset brilliant red, the moon full - we wished we would have brought our headlamps so we could have stayed out longer.
I have been feeling a bit pudgy lately so I welcomed the longer tromp and the hill climbing - gotta whip this adipose into shape to get ready for the onslaught of goodies to be had at the upcoming VegFest this weekend....
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