the winter air turns georgia cold

as the winter air turns georgia cold, and the thermometer cracks forty, people aren’t the only thing that act cold.  the pasture slows too—billions of living things beneath the surface of the grass decrescendo to a crawl.  the grass seems to grow ever more green by the day, but can’t muster the energy to grow upwards—sort of like, ok boys, hold your ground now—we’ll get through this.  

the herd remains content growing fat on endless hay.  today we spent a few hours, in those early-winter gusts, finishing off a fence line we started a few weeks ago.  the job is done, the cows are happy, and the pastures are resting over @fowlerfarms.

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the foreground is the pasture we are utilizing for hay feeding, and the background is a resting pasture