The Grass-Fed Menagerie
Apr. 5th, 2009 06:25 am
By PETE WELLS
Published: April 2, 2009
The streams ran high with melted snow, wild chives were breaking through the dirt and bluebirds — actual bluebirds — swooped down from bare trees. My wife and I were taking a spring walk along a Catskills road, 1-year-old Elliot strapped to my back while Dexter, who’s 4, obeyed whatever gene commands small boys to throw rocks into moving water. Down the road, the cattle were not just lowing but bellowing. Maybe it was their springtime exuberance, but something in their voices was strangely bewitching. Before I knew what I was saying, I asked, “Who wants to visit the farm?” More
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Date: 2009-04-05 07:05 pm (UTC)MKK--who adores fluffy little lambs --they're cute *and* they taste good
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Date: 2009-04-05 07:11 pm (UTC)legsthighs wrapped with bacon...Re: Si!
Date: 2009-04-05 11:46 pm (UTC)