Wednesday, March 17, 2010
One day when she was on the wrong side of the head gate from the grain I had just poured out, she jumped right through the head gate--and I jumped out of the way, fast!
The other evening Herb and I went out earlier than usual to feed her, and she was still halfway up the hill instead of waiting at the gate. When she saw us, she came galloping down the hill more like a skipping calf than a mature, pregnant cow! Morning and evening, she's waiting at the gate for her feed, but otherwise she's often to be found either grazing high on the hill, or lying down to enjoy the view while she chews her cud.