Sunshine on my fur.
Sweet green grass sproutin' up.
Calves friskin' in the field.
Gotta keep an eye out fer that lazy hawk and his dang circles, but other than that, life is good.
Them human fellers are havin' a time of it, though. Lots of grass fires, controlled burns gettin' outa control, some haybales set to burnin' a'purpose. What's people thinkin' of, anyhow?
It's too purty a day to make trouble for folks. We've chilled long enough...