Tuesday, February 5, 2013

til the cows come home

Every time the neighbors gets a batch of new cows, we get all excited.  The pasture is right across the road from our front yard.  Even though we know those poor little critters are destined for someone's table, we put that out of our mind and just enjoy watching the babies...also known as calves.

This past weekend, Stevie Wonder came in with a cabbage from the garden, and told us the calves were at the fence begging for something to eat.  Wretch and I got all excited and got Stevie to pull some leaves so we could feed them to the calves.  Well, so Wretch could feed them to the calves.  I was taking photos.

We hadn't reckoned on Gabe, one of our Labs, deciding to growl at the calves (he thinks they are big dogs).  Off the calves went loping back to momma.  No amount of waving cabbage leaves could entice them.  They stopped, looked at us, eyed Gabe, turned around and kept going.
cows, going home

Some days there just aren't enough cabbage leaves.

...life is good. ~cath
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    1. I'm finding the truth in that more here lately. :)

  2. Awww, nothing cuter than little calves. Hopefully they will get used to Gabe and rediscover their taste for cabbage~

    1. Gabe is having trouble adjusting. Stevie Wonder saw him snapping at the fence today and mama cow was not happy. The shock collar goes on tomorrow for some discipline. Then Gabe will show better manners. :)