Here they come…

by David

Main Devon Herd

The main Devon herd stretched out across Thistle Hill at sunset. No fuss or bother as they follow grandson Church for close to a half a mile.

Do they understand that luscious green grass awaits?

They do certainly trust Church’s leadership and sense of purpose. Outriders, sticks and herding dogs not necessary.

Once they’ve regrouped they’ll begin a daily rotation of fresh grass, roughly an acre at a time. They have to be this well trained after all because Church has college to attend and can’t be late.

After a few days they’ll be waiting for him at the entrance to the next paddock. He won’t even have to whistle!