We aren't allowed in the pasture yet because the tender new grass is growing. We usually get to move about our dry lot all day, but while we were at school some sweet, young grass grew in there. My Lady doesn't want us to overeat and get too much sugar that we're not used to, so she's been gradually increasing our time in the dry lot. Eventually we'll have enough time out there to kill the grass so it can be a true dry lot. But we are impatient.
At 4:30 My Lady came out to turn us into the almost-dry-lot. She stepped outside the garage door and was surprised to see Marley loose on the property.
Marley! What are you doing out here?
Then she found me on the other side of the house, doing the same thing as Marley - gobbling grass as fast as my teeth could snip! We were both outside the fencing, completely loose. But with all this grass everywhere, we didn't go far and hadn't been out there long enough to poop. So no harm done.