Red Cows On Green Pastures

The Red Poll girls are, I hope, pregnant and they look as if they may have lost a small amount of their excess weight. In general, they are a beautiful sight as they graze in the south field:

Violet is the cow who, we think, had a mummified fetus inside her. She had a hormone shot to cause her to expel it (though I don't know if it worked) and spent two months with a bull. If she's not pregnant now, I guess I'll call the vet back:

No one would accuse me of underfeeding my cows, would they? They are still pretty darn fat:

They are a cohesive herd and seem to look out for each other. I suspect it would not go well if I brought a new cow into the pasture:

Amy and Jasmine, wondering what I'm up to:

Grazing over by the town road, where the ground is wet and the vegetation is not as tasty:

Violet again. That fatty thing hanging from her chest is the brisket, and hers is so big that I know she needs to lose more weight. It's not quite as big as it used to be, though:

Gracie, another full figured gal:

Jasmine seems to have some arthritis in one leg so spends a lot of time lying down. On this day, she was miserable because there were so many flies. I tried rubbing them off, but it did no good. Our weather will be cooling on Thursday, after which all the animals will be more comfortable:

Grazing near the gravel road, where they attract a lot of attention from passersby:

They frequently stand close together and use each other to rub the flies off. I guess that must be a bonding experience as well as a fly chasing technique:

Gracie looks thinner in this picture. She also is showing the whitish tail tassel which is the easiest way to tell that she is a Red Poll and not a Red Angus: