My friends the Scottish Highland Cattle

Before we left for Montreal, we drove by the pasture to drop off all the fruit and vegetable scraps. Jewel, last year's calf, saw me get out of the car and uttered a bleat of recognition. She bleated again and came running toward me. The rest of the little herd followed, except the one who keeps to herself. Big mystery there.
Jewell wasn't so keen on the cabbage, but she really liked the orange skins and the lettuce. She let me feed her by hand for the first time ever. I'm a new friend.

The bull has been better behaved the past few visits, and lets the others eat, too. Not such a bully. How long will it take to understand cow culture? It's taken a lifetime to grasp all the little eccentricities of cat behavior, and I'm still learning.

Maybe a new calf will join the herd something this spring. Last year Jewel was born in a late March snowstorm, and for days the herd clustered around her, I guess to keep her warm.

Back to work, as yet another snowstorm threatens. Would that it brings a new calf!