Melee In The Pasture!

It all began quite peacefully one morning. We'd had a sudden thaw and it felt like springtime outside. Remy and Blue were eating hay indoors. I gave them each their half cup of grain in their stalls:

 The cows, however, did not come when I rang the bell and I went outside to catch their attention:

 Only one cow came into the barn, so I let her have her grain and was putting the other bowls away for the next day when the rest of the herd began to show up. The weather was so nice that I decided to carry the bowls out to them. The horses were out of their stalls by this time, so they considered it a challenge to steal whatever grain they could get their lips on:
 

 Soon the other cows began pushing each other and trying to steal grain:

 And all six 1500 pound cows began frolicking, kicking up their heels and twisting in mid-air like silly calves. They were running in ways I would never have considered possible for such fatsos:

 The horses are big fans of rowdy fun (especially Remy), so they too began to run, jump and kick:

 Pretty soon it was a full-on, springtime melee and I had to keep away from giant beasts running and kicking:

 Little Rocket had never seen his mother and aunts act that way, so he joined in the fun by running in giant circles:

 Things would calm down for a moment and then begin again:

 Remy became so wildly excited that at one point he wheeled around and put his back to me in order to kick me. I hollered loudly at him and he ran away, but then grabbed a food bowl and took off with it, hoping I'd chase him:

 Little Rocket was beside himself with joy, running and leaping. As for me, I just wanted to snap some pictures and keep from getting hurt. It was a morning to remember, a foretaste of spring fever: