The cows are back!
It's that time of year again, when the cows come back to the pasture that backs up to my garden. They stay near the barn during the winter months, and winter in England lasts a long time. They're always excited to return with their new babies, knowing I'll be there with my camera and a bowl of apples.
They caught me unawares, however, and I had no apples. But they came to the fence anyway, and when my husband called from upstairs to tell me they were looking for me, I rushed out in my pj's and slippers and started snapping.
Then I heard a noise in the brambles to the right, and when I peered around the fence, I saw this little guy, nibbling on the vines. He reminded me of Socks, the first calf I ever fell in love with. I think Little Guy and I could be an item.
Little Guy
What do you think?
