A Young Cow


A young cow is often like a colt. A big gallumping colt. Awkward and excited and over-sized. I think Glory Bee forgot what snow was like. She was only a few months old last winter in her first snow. She was frisky today, galloping in circles!

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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on January 2, 2012  

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    I’ve seen the deer do that here, they get really silly, even in a rain storm! I love to watch them, but I think it would be even better to see your own cow playing in the snow! :snoopy:

    Are BP and GB in the barn now also? :cowsleep:

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    Yvonne, because of the Big Cow Patties, I don’t let the cows in the barn proper. There is a large outdoor-access stall that is part of the barn (covered, walled) and is accessed from the barn yard without going into the barn. That is where the cows shelter.

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    Oh, that’s good. Thanks for explaining….I hadn’t really thought about the Big Cow Patties;)

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    This photo of Glory Bee and your commentary were so cheery and delightful, it made me smile. I tried sharing the photo and caption on Facebook but the text came through as gibberish. Oh well. Thanks for a wonderful site.

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    I love the photo of Glory Bee with the snow and your lovely new farmhouse and red barn. What a lovely way to start my morning.

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