The Red Poll Ladies

Jasmine and Rosella were finishing off a bale of hay, finding it useful both for food and as bedding:

 Rosella chewed hay while Jasmine chewed her cud:

Rosella, due to calve very soon, gave me a closeup look:

 On another day, Scarlett and Rosella kept each other company on some waste hay:

I put out a new bale, which got everyone excited:

Gracie and Amy:

Violet gave me the stink-eye. She's never aggressive, but she doesn't trust me. She is naturally fearful, perhaps from her experiences at her previous owner's farm. My cows were emaciated when they arrived:

  Jasmine loves her hay, even turning down grain in favor of hay sometimes:

 Violet was in her glory, standing knee-deep in dinner - kind of like if I was standing knee-deep in pizza and cookies:

At this writing, I have only two hay bales left. I am sure now that I'll have enough to finish the year:

One day, probably just for old time's sake, the girls all walked over to the east side of the barn where they'd spent the winter. They must have had fond memories of the deep, soft layer of wasted hay there - and it's still there for them to enjoy:

As the grass continues to green up, the girls are looking shinier and more content. They spend less time eating and more time chewing their cuds: