Meeting the old cows

Yesterday was a beautiful day. We made a picnic lunch and headed outside to soak up the sun and fresh air. It wasn't windy, so miss little bug was pretty confident as she stomped across our yard, through slushy dirty snow and over frozen ponds of ice.



We met up with Mr. Cowboy and he persuaded us to help him feed hay to the old cows at the Brown place. Because I'm not too sure where the Brown place is, I agreed.

It was a great work trip for us. These cows were very friendly, and weren't scared of the little pink sass that was calling to them and moo-ing like crazy. They just wanted some hay already.

closer...

closer...

closer...

... until Dad steps in. He's been kicked by enough cows to know that standing by the rear is not a good idea.