'Fresh Woods and Pastures New'

I am not the only being on this farm who loves woods; a cow called Dizzie does too.
And, if I do and she does, there is a pretty good chance that a host of other living creatures do too.
Revenons a nos vaches...
I went in search of Dizzie and found a totally empty field. I knew this meant she must be in the wood...somewhere (!) By amazing luck I chose to look in the right place first (possibly the first time ever)
She had chosen the most perfect woodland clearing in which to calve and in order to have attained such bliss she had traversed serious (Cotswold) jungle.
Furthermore, she must have planned in advance and discovered the one break in the fence which enabled her to reach this uncharted territory, for she was actually (and I hope my neighbour doesn't read this) in my neighbour's wood.
Dizzie had made herself well and truly at home: she had a nesting area, well trampled, lying dry, with a pleasant view and surrounded by sheltering trees and shrubs of varying heights and easy access to a never used old pasture with myriad different herbs and grasses. She had, in fact, the equivalent of her own chemist's shop cum wholefood store in case parturition was problematic and she needed to self-medicate.
She looked the picture of health, and smug and naughtly and happy and proud: her bonny calf was gold with a white tail and she had no wish to come home.