Red Ladies Of The September Pasture

The cows are fat and lazy, preferring to lounge comfortably in the field while they chew their cuds:

 Jasmine, my favorite, still has overgrown hooves and I am investigating some way to get them cut:

When they're not lying down, they get up just long enough to graze. Once they are full, they lie down again for more cud chewing:

I call them to the barn for grain every morning but they're so sated with grass that they mostly ignore me. They not only don't come into the barn, they usually won't even lift their heads to look my direction:

 Jasmine, resting apart from the herd. It's a soft, pampered life they lead:

I took a series of photos of Lucky to use on Craigslist, but with him no longer coming into the barn each morning, I haven't yet advertised him (catching him in the barn is the only way I have of transferring him to a new owner):

Every so often, Rosella and Scarlett come in for a bit of grain. Sometimes Lucky and Amy come in. Jasmine, Gracie and Violet almost never come in:

But they are happy outside in the field and their big, fat bellies show that they aren't going hungry:

 Gracie and Jasmine, resting in the soft Smartweed:

 Jasmine again:

They are comfortable with me walking among them but don't want me to get all touchy-feely (except for Jasmine - she likes attention):

They remember when I used to bring apples and pears out to them and clearly hope I'm bringing some again when I walk toward them. With their obesity, though, I no longer give them any: