Coming Together

Over the weekend, Adam opened the gate between the two pastures.  And we waited.  And waited.  We waited for the Great Meeting of the Yaks.  Adam was waiting for the Great Bull Rumble of 2010 as the boys established who was dominant.  We waited quite a bit.

And then we got bored and went inside and a friend came over to visit and said "Did you mean to have all your yaks in the same pasture?"

Frantically we rushed outside.  They met!  We missed it!  They were all together on one side and....

nothing was happening. 

Apparently in the short span that we decided not to pay attention, Pullo and Vorenus worked out any differences.  Actually, my personal theory is that Pullo worked out the difference between how much bigger Vorenus is up close versus 50 feet away and decided that the much-planned pissing match simply wasn't worth it.  Now they spend most of the time pretty much ignoring each other.

The girls, however, have had a few shoving matches.  Some were even instigated by Gaia, who we figured would have been firmly established at the very bottom of the ladder.  The girls seem to have gotten themselves sorted out though, and now the whole herd travels from one pasture to the other, depending on how hot it is, where the best shade trees are and how much greener the other side looks.

Even though they've been working their way across the fields like a small army of eating machines, the grass is still really tall.  Tall enough that if they lie down, you lose them, which is hard to do with animals this big.  That's a little nerve wracking for Adam, since the gut reaction to empty-looking fields is "The yaks escaped!"  No escapees yet though, and everyone seems to be doing just fine.