I just want you to know that after this photo took place there was some serious petting.
We totally bonded. I rubbed his ears, the nubs where his horns would one day appear (if he lives that long) and petted his silky nose. He licked my apple-scented hands.
I'd gone to the fence, armed with apples, and enticed the cows to come near. Boy, did they ever. At some point I realized the fence was actually a rather flimsy mesh screen that these cows could trample any time they wished.
Cows in the garden? Not an entirely unrealistic scenario.
When I told Hubs of my concerns, he sent the dog out to bark at the cows, which he reliably did.
The cows laughed, then went on their way.
See what I mean?