Can wheat get any more beautiful than this? The tops are so shiny in the sunlight, and when the breeze sweeps through the field, it becomes alive with a rustling noise. The other night the wind was blowing so hard it bent the heads down far with each gust. It looked like some creepy movie with an invisible entity prowling through the field.
Walking up to the "boys" has become a highlight in our family. As soon as we walked up to the fence, both of these wee lads stopped grazing and pattered over to the fence to get some extra scratchin. Their first coat of baby fur was all rough and shaggy. The new fur underneath was the softest fur I had ever felt. It was beautiful to touch. I couldn't get enough of it. They both have grown cute personalities. And boy do they love the attention.
The darker little guy was enjoying being scratched by my nephew Kyle so much that he ended up giving him his rump and tail to scratch along the fence. It was funny. I think he felt much better. The lighter colored mom had to come over to see what they babies were up to. It was like she was just checking us out and making her presence. Her baby immediately made his way over for a little milk and then came back for more attention. She is a good mom, keeping her eye on these two friends.