This morning while watching our young herd of first-time mamas, yearlings and babies moving into their new pasture, I found myself remembering a book that my mother gave my daughter.  It was called White Gloves and Party Manners and was about being mannerly in all you do.  Now, you say, whatever was the connection? Everyday we move our girls from the small pasture they grazed yesterday to a new one full of fresh lush grass.  Even in November we have managed to keep verdant pastures.  That’s due to a trick called mob grazing that we’ve written about elsewhere.  Now, I want to tell you how these young ladies and one…