I moved the herd from the North to Middle Marsh this morning, and put it in the Rhombus Field to eat the Himalayan balsam. There is far less balsam here now than this time last year, and many more flowering plants such as purple loosestrife, bird’s-foot-trefoil, and red campion. There is significantly less meadowsweet and great clouds of flying insects, large and small, zooming and fluttering about.
The Rhombus Field is crisscrossed with water filled drainage ditches hidden by four feet high vegetation. Blossom’s new calf came to a stop at the first squelchy ditch. Rose, the nearest cow, pushed her nose between the calf’s legs and flipped it unceremoniously over the ditch.