Maria, the pied piper of the farm, led the animals out through the gate and into the new pasture – everybody came but Lulu, who raced back and forth looking for another way in. When she brayed, Simon and Lulu came running to her and the sheep followed. The pasture is rich in brush and grass and beautiful. We all hopped the moat, got muddy but not too bad. We are waiting to see if it dries up, if not, we’ll have to put some gravel down, or a culvert.