The sheep weren't quite sure about me, but the lambs didn't mind scampering over for a little chat:
Then I went to see the cows. I just loved this view. It makes me think of my childhood and my earliest years in Vermont -- the blue silos, the musky smell of cows (not too strong) and that earthy smell of spring.
The cows have decided to strike until they get to greener pastures. I guess they're tired of winter silage. The result: I came home with only 1/2 our shares.