We have new cows in the pasture. Well, technically they're steers. Boy cows whose destination, I'm sure, is the supermarket meat aisle.
I tried not to pay them any mind. They're all black, unlike the dairy herd that normally lives there. (I'm not sure where they went. The fewer questions, the better.) They're young and skittish, so when the dog barks at them, they scatter.
Just as well, I told myself, since I didn't want to make friends with them, and have my heart broken when my friends left in the fall for their final journey.
But the other day they were all at the fence, peering over inquisitively, and I just had to toss them some apples. And of course they responded just as cows do when you toss them apples: "More please!"
There is one mama cow in the boy herd, a brown and white one, and her baby, who looks just like her. I'm not sure why they're mixed in with the herd of black steers, but I suppose it's some integration scheme the farmer came up with.
This little guy wanted to go into the neighbour's garden.
After the apples, a couple of the boys came closer, through the brambles, and I heard rustling across the fence. They seemed to be trying to get into the neighbour's garden. Perhaps the dog is right; they DO want to invade our garden!