Seen Through The Barn Door

I'd given the horses and cows their morning grain, but had a bowl left over and couldn't figure out who I'd missed. Besides, little Rocket might eat some if I carried out a bowl. I set the grain on the ground just outside the barn door and Rocket walked right up to it. I backed off and got my camera ready:

 I figured I'd take a number of shots and then choose the best one, but when I looked them over, I decided to keep a series of them because they told a story:

 Big, fat Gracie was standing next to Rocket. You can tell it's her by the two white patches on her side. Thinking they might be ringworm, I began treating them with Tinactin athlete's foot powder spray which leaves white spots. Her appetite undimmed as ever, Gracie decided to push the little squirt out of the way:


And then she finished his grain:

 Did little Rocket bawl or get angry? No, he nuzzled her sweetly as if to say, "I love you, auntie Gracie:

 And then he entered the barn:

 When he saw Remy (the mini horse) inside the barn, he changed his mind and went back outside and stood with his aunt, Amy. Scarlett, his mother, was just crossing the slippery ice in the drainage ditch to get to some waste hay:

 I followed Rocket outside to take more photos. He hasn't trusted me since he got tackled, tattooed and ear tagged (who could blame him?), but he's beginning to notice that I bring hay and grain to the herd, and that none of the other animals are afraid of me:

 Now, he regards me with curiosity, probably thinking that I'm the strangest looking cow he's ever seen:

Once the grain was gone, they all collected back on the east side of the barn, where there was abundant hay and respite from the cold wind: