Walking Among The Red Polls

While the Red Poll girls are not cuddly like the horses (except perhaps for Jasmine), they are docile and trusting. They have become accustomed to my walking around them and don't seem to mind at all. One day I saw little Rocket lying in the crowd and thought he might be dead!:

 I walked right up to him and saw no movement, my worst fears growing with each step I took:

 But of course he was just napping, and looked up curiously when I got right next to him:

We've had a series of snowstorms, followed my snow melts, followed by more snow. The cattle really get happy and excited when we have a nice day and they can get themselves out onto dry grass:

 Scarlett and her boy, Rocket, took a walk together one pleasant day:

 And then Rocket began romping:

 He ran circles around me and his fat aunties:

The weather became nice enough that I moved the bale feeder across the drainage ditch and away from the east wall of the barn. We've had cold, windy days since then but the winds have been from the north, so the barn would have offered no protection anyway:

 Jasmine seldom comes into the barn for grain but I want her to have the extra nutrition so I carry a bowl out to her. She's trained me to be her waiter but I don't get any tip:

 The girls seem to be growing ravenous, eating an entire bale of hay every two days. I hope that is because they are all pregnant. I'll find out in April and May:

 I try to lock the horses in the barn when I bring out a new hay bale because they think it's fun to run out the open gate and also get behind the tractor (which is dangerous). The cows have enough sense to stay out of the way and inside the fence:

 Little Rocket has been eating hay (and sometimes grain) since he was two weeks old. He's growing at an astounding rate: