The mystery of the mushrooms 🐑🐂

I heard whisper’s within a windy wood howling thru the forest trees
I climbed inside an old mossy stump
crouching on my knees

As I watched from within my hidey hole I saw a flock of sheep,
herds of Highland cows decended from yonder hill so steep

Each and every animal entered the farmer’s land..
they congregated in a circle as if disgussing what was planned

Then a chosen selection of them
from both the different beasts
scattered amongst the wet grassland, heads down munching their favourite feasts

As they stored their stomaches
so full with green fresh grass,
an over-powering odour filled the air..a stench of foul methane gas

I nipped my nose but I was mesmerized as I gazed amidst the grassy sight..
In minutes this entire green pasture was covered in small balls of white