Warm breezes gently toss the new spring beech buds as Mother Nature finally lessens her grip on the flora and fauna. Winter is over, and Spring has officially sprung.
The alpacas feel it, too. Today, we opened up the pasture gates as we set to scooping poop. Boys and girls, young and old, tore off through the tender grasses in sheer exultation. We were all feeling the lovely weather.
After rounding up the boys from their merriment for dinner (poor babies), Dad stopped by a distrubed patch of dried grass. Two days prior, sparing only the briefest of glances, he noticed a small scrape in the earth. Now this mark was almost completely covered. Perplexed, he brushed off some of the lifeless stems and quickly called me over.
The scrape was still present, and within its shallow depths a very small head poked out with eyes tightly shut. While our pastures remained mostly dormant during the winter, it seems others were making use of the untrodden path.
Easter isn't for another few days, but I suppose the Easter Bunny decided to pay us an early visit!