I took a few minutes to mosey on over to the fence to visit with my neighbors. They weren’t particularly chatty.
I didn’t have any treats and I don’t know what treats one gives to a calf, anyway.
Her left cheek looks really big. I hope that’s cud in there and not a big wad of tobacco.
Like mother, like daughter.
These Mesquite trees don’t provide much shade, especially in February.
This is the bull. I decided not to linger where he could see me.