The herd is munching their way through Nebraska. They moved to my favorite part of the farm today. When Brent moves them from upper Nebraska to lower Nebraska, they sometimes run around a bit. It is all so exciting with the hills and trees. Also, they can hide. There is some lovely stuff growing in the dip there where brown meets green. When the whole herd is munching in the dip, they seem to be nowhere. They hide. They play cache cache. Don’t blame it on the sunshine. Don’t blame it on the moonlight. Don’t blame it on the good times. Blame it on the lucerne, woo.