Farmer Fred rarely needed to mow his pasture due to his cows always grazing the grass and keeping it short.

On our way through the Midwest, we passed one pasture after another since we were traveling in the Breadbasket of the United States.

Running across the pasture, several mischievous teenagers were seen tipping over the cows at night.

Our neighbor’s pasture of three acres was too small for her adult horses so she bought more land.

Artists frequently would paint a red barn sitting on the edge of a pasture with horses grazing in the distance.