K. had kept his flock out an unusually long time this morning. The
sheep and goats were probably happy because an inch of grass had grown
in some places due to the recent rain. Because it was the first rain
of the season, however, the grass remained just short enough that the
sheep appeared to have a tough time eating it. Their grazing attempts
reminded me of eating a pomegranate. You exert so much effort to get
those little kernels out, and when you eventually get them out and eat
them, they don’t even put a dent in your hunger.