As the scene zooms in.
Lynn gazed at the livestock and poultry enclosed in the ranch, his eyes widening involuntarily.
Lynn felt he could describe them as countless!
The herd of sheep, gray and white all over, jostled and settled on the pasture forming a "field" shape.
Some were lowering their heads to graze on the ground weeds, while others lifted their heads, staring blankly at some point.
The cattle, separated from the sheep, kept swishing their tails, with large black eyes wide open, enjoying the act of rumination as they chewed the weeds.
Inside the stable.
Old Simeon was leading a group of apprentices, tending to the Badan warhorses that had endured several wars.
The teams of ranch workers, under Guy's guidance, were feeding the poultry...
Observing such a scene and spectacle.
Lynn's heart couldn't help but feel grateful.
Grateful for the determination back then, the rightness of constructing a large ranch.
