Well, until November, anywhoozles.
|Bridget chows down her last bucket of oats before I milk her out for the last time |
until after she calves.
|Pot Pie, right, Meatloaf, middle, and Meatball, left saying "hi" this morning.|
We baa back and forth each morning.
|I turned loose the water for them on one particularly hot day.|
They wallowed for hours. It was funny.
|The flock flocked for fresh feed.|
|Cow selfie. Because, why not? Even with the oats all over her nose.....|
|A cool day's dozen seems a distant memory, what with the molting, pecking ordering, |
and feed-running-outing going on.....