We ride out to check the cows at least once a day. (I need a new work coat.)
The cows watch us, but never running in fear. Boomer is their main concern, but he never leaves the four-wheeler.
Moma’s hide their little ones out, saying to them —-‘stay, don’t move, don’t draw attention to yourself in any manner’.
The older calves no longer care what we are doing or how close we ride. Their concentration is usually set on something else they find wondrous and marvelous….never seen before.
This little on has one eye on us and her ears cocked so she can run if necessary.
The wind was quiet, the sun warm and bright, as we traveled slowly, ever so slowly counting heads, counting babies.
This is my favorite, so far. She is very particular about her fur, keeps it herself well groomed and very clean. See the curls on the side of her belly from all her licking? 🙂
We (Terry, Boomer and I) stop along the hillside listening to the cows moving through the grass, talking softly to each other and/or their calves, the chirping of the Red Winged Black birds adding into the softness of a very lovely spring day.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,