The east river trail is full of wildflowers and is gearing up for the main event: honeysuckles and roses!
I looped around to the farm to check out the animals.
The steers and a few young cows were much more active than they were a few weeks ago when I drew them in sub-freezing weather.
But the sheep are foundered by their bales of wool! This sheep could hardly bring her lips down to the grass. I was inside the pasture about ten feet away from the three sheep. Two farm workers walked past and I overheard one of them say, in reference to the black-faced sheep that I drew four times here,"Bell Pepper has been giving me a hard time lately!" Who can blame here? When will they shear her?