The Cattle on a Thousand Hills

 For every beast of the forest is mine, and the cattle upon a thousand hills.  Psalm 50:10 KJV

The LORD owns it all.  We don't have hills where we live.  We are in the flat, Cajun prairie.  There is not much slope to the land.  We do, however, have a manmade hill on our property.  A while back we had a load of topsoil delivered to the house.  It's always good to have topsoil to fill holes in the yard, to add to the garden and to build up low spots.

The load of topsoil came with a little something extra (lagniappe, you might say).  It came seeded with rye grass.  Tricia has been getting the momma goats out to come eat on the rye grass that's growing on the hill and today, she got Clarabelle out to feast on the rye grass.  Clarabelle was a happy old girl.  She has a mouthful of rye.

Clarabelle rushed to the hill and grabbed a big plug of grass with her tongue.  You'll notice something about Jersey cows below.  They have blackish-gray tongues!  Their tongues are coarse as sandpaper.  I guess that assists them in latching onto the grass and pulling into their mouth.

I happened by as Tricia was grazing Clarabelle on the hill and she asked me to photograph Clarabelle.  

Many trade magazines show the cows standing on a hill, and Tricia wanted to imitate that pose.

Clarabelle wasn't too terribly interested in posing.  She was more interested in skillfully mowing down the remainder of the rye grass.