Cows

I know.
It's not the blog challenge.
I'm working on catching that up this evening!

The yearling heifers are in the pasture next to the house, here, and are a constant source of amusement to me.  Think: eighth grade girls.  They like excitement...of any kind.  It might be something like a sagebrush blowing or a bird landing on the fence; one of them will notice something amiss and they all throw their tails and noses in the air and run. Together.  Like one big, black bovine mass. They don't know WHERE they're running or WHY, but it's deliciously scary to run from something.  However,  it occurs to them that they're running away from something that has potential to be interesting to examine and they throw on the brakes and trot back; heifers are ALSO notoriously nosy.  (Have you noticed? It's all drama...)


They're beautiful little cows, unencumbered by the responsibility of raising calves, (oh, yes...that's NEXT year) and they tickle me to no end if I'm not trying to move them to another pasture or get them through a gate.  We laugh at them because there won't be a yearling in sight...really!....and the minute we start feeding the bums, they appear from out of nowhere to watch the goings on.  (You can see how exciting it is, to live in Cohagen; we watch the cows, they watch us.) And of course, they're in a group. They are looking for action, hoping for action, but so far we've been pretty lame in that department.  There's really not many ways to jazz up bottle feeding, you know?


This morning, though, the dogs and cats followed me around, down next to the barb wire fence.
This showed promise. 
They pretended not to know what a cat was, even though they've seen them every day around here.  (Apparently, it was a slow day for sagebrush scares...)


Hoping, hoping for something to happen...anything...

This is how they look when they're REALLY checking you out; nose up, ears alert, tail ready to go.

My camera "scared" them, so they have to run away from the cow-killing eye or whatever they thought it was...

A-a-a-n-d they're back, because they just remembered the cat who is more intriguing than the camera is scary.  

It's good to have perspective.

Pretending to notice the cat for the first time in their LIVES...

Elizabeth the cat has a very low tolerance for cows.
Don't you think this heifer just wants to snuffle up the cat's fur?

They're disappointed that the cat didn't do something scary.
The cat is practically rolling her eyes, can you tell?
Oh, well...better luck at the evening feeding...

This picture is for Shelly, who likes cow's eyelashes.  I, myself, like their top knots and their sweet little cow lips and nose.
Yearlings really are pretty, I think.  And so silly.