A small bird attacked me while I was jogging the other day. I had apparently jogged too close to the bird's nest. The flutter by my head was small-sized ferocious. What pains a parent will undergo in order to protect the young!
It wasn't tall fescue at all; it was Bermuda. I had sown thousands upon thousands of tall fescue seeds in a small patch of my yard, but time and time again, the Southern sun would burn them off and turn the soil into dust. So I tried another type of seed. The analogy presented itself. The ground can be fertile, but at the end of the day, it is the type of seed we plant that matters.
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