This is the view out my office window: the grass is struggling to grow through cold nights; the winter stock of hay is almost gone; most days are gray and wet. But, spring is welcome in the Ozarks: dry ponds, creeks and ground water are filling; cows are basking in the warming sun rays; they are looking for the sweet little green stalks ruffling out of the ground; and calves are arriving every day as we strategize to bid their older mates goodby. Green birds of winter are turning on summer yellow — birds of all feather are singing out territory and squabbling in something that sounds like joy to an outsider.  It’s a nice turn of season on the ranch.