Carrots or Clover?

Tim rotated pastures yesterday, and when I arrived late in the evening, the herd was busily munching away on all that fresh grass and clover.

He has six pastures that he rotates them through, but I think the west pasture is the most beautiful as it is surrounded by trees on three sides.

I called to Abby and she raised her head and looked at me, but then went back to eating. I could tell she was watching me, though, because she kept facing me and her ears were up and cocked in my direction as she grazed.

I had just come from visiting my mother and then a brief meeting at church, and did not want to trudge out to see her in my good sandals. So, after I called to her a few more times, I decided that I would just head home.

Abby's timing was impeccable. Just as I made that decision, Abby's head popped up again and she hustled up to see me.

 "Wait! Don't go!! I'm coming; I'm coming!!"

I had a rare treat for her tonight - a juicy Granny Smith apple!

The juice ran down my wrists as she bit chunks out of it - definitely worth giving up fresh pasture for!

 Abby finished that apple and the two carrots I'd brought, and then headed back to grazing.

In the choice between carrots or clover, the carrots won out, and I think Abby was glad she decided to come up and check out what I'd brought her.