Yesterday the cows came home. Back to the pasture just beyond my garden, that is. Every year they come out around March with their new babies, then disappear in November, to the pasture near the barn, though the babies take a further journey.
I counted ten babies this year, one I've already named Freckles. They are so adorable, and when they're so little they can run really fast, like dogs. I love to watch them frolic in the pasture.
I took these photos just now, when I looked out the window and noticed they'd all gathered at the back fence, the mothers wondering if I'd come out and chat with them. But when the dog barked, they turned and ran.
I will have to have a talk with that dog.