You could say they were a little hungry at this point. As soon as we came into the yard, they gathered at the fence. They get to eat all the grass they want right now, but I think they wanted a little bit of feed. Instead, they got a little bit of Helen.
Here is a picture of some calves. They are a little wild and won't let people pet them. This is as close as we got.
This cow seemed fine with posing for a picture. I don't know why.
Farm living is the life for me, especially when the weather's nice and the people are friendly. Aunt L did a great job of hauling out all the stops to entertain a very tired little toddler. I wish I could explain how much that meant to me, since we had arrived without any resources of our own. I guess I was expecting the cows to take over the show.
I promise I won't take so many cow pictures the next time I'm there. I am probably the only person who finds these animals fascinating in photography. I didn't get good shots of them this time because the moms were hanging back with the babies. I learned that one of the moms had lost her cow (she tried to deliver by herself in the middle of the night) and I felt a little pang of sympathy for her. It must be the most horrible feeling to stand in a field full of those calves, and not have your baby by your side like all the other moms did.
I gave Helen a little extra squeeze that night when I put her to bed.