A grain pillow, I’ve learned, makes a pleasant head rest provided the ground is hard and the night cold.

I discovered this by accident just trying to keep Woody fed these last winter days before the Bermuda and fescue blades unfurl from their hibernation.

Out of sheer necessity I’d filled both my two-gallon ZipLock bags with Woody’s feed; the third I stuffed with Quaker Old-Fashioned Oats.