The loving interaction between this cow and her baby today was touching. I'd watched this same cow a few days ago, groom and play the same way.
It's February 20th and grass is starting to bud! I know we'll have a lot more snow before winter's over, and we'll have more once spring is here, but it sure feels nice right now!
I call these goats 'my goats', but they belong to farmers down the road. They're my little darlings though. There's one, large black male that both the little boys take after. There are 3 moms. One mom gave birth 4 days ago to the twin sisters. One of the moms has her baby who is now about 10 months old. Then there's the mother of the twin brothers -- both coal-black. It's quite the family!
The baby girls here were born 2 days ago. Their human named them Auburn and Avery. It is awe inspiring to see them so full of life, eating hay, kicking up their heels and fully responsive to everyone and everything around them at only 2 days on this earth! It fills me with light and oddly a feeling of hope. I don't know why a feeling of hope. Maybe it's the idea of a new born that comes into life full of innocence, when mine is long gone. Being near that innocence and sheer joy rubs off on me. I cuddled both of them and kissed them on their heads. Priceless.
Baby cows are being born this time of year. This morning, I stopped at a small, nearby farm to ask if I could walk into their pasture to photograph the new arrivals. I was welcomed onto the property. The farmer told me some of the babies (pictured here) are 2 to 7 days old.
The moms were on alert when I walked toward them and they kept a sure eye on me around their babies, but no one bolted. The babies looked to mom for advice on what to do as I got closer. If mom was calm, so was baby. I've learned to move slowly around cows. Any sudden movements will spook them and they'll all go running. Seeing all these precious faces and watching how protective the moms were toward the babies was a lovely way to start my morning!
This is Mila (pro: mee-la : short u sound at the end). She's 1/4 Great Dane and 3/4 Pit Bull. My daughter and her boyfriend adopted her in the fall of 2013. She's been visiting me on the farm recently. She brings me such joy! She's so expressive with her eyes and furrowed eyebrows. She loves being able to run and explore freely. I love that she loves that. On this umpteenth day of gray, sunless skies, I got out to play ball to break up the monotony. I was out in bare feet since the snow is gone and temps are in the 40's.
Above photo: The ball was often hidden under the carpet of leaves and took some detective work to find! When she did find it, she liked to carry it by the threads!
More photos proving I'm a doting grandma ...
A bumble bee in the palm of my hand. She seemed
disoriented and struggling to fly and even to walk.
I suspect pesticide poisoning. I've seen it before.
The day after day of gray drabness that I've complained all too often about has grated my nerves raw like too much of most anything has a tendency to do. So I was ecstatic to welcome the sun on it's rare debut late in the afternoon, giving way to the endearing sparkle seen below with the horse eye shot.
The llama shots were on my way back from town this morning when it was still sunless and otherwise colorless all around. There were no sparkles to be had anywhere! But I do love these creatures and at first they were near the road where I had some fun interaction. They're about as close to what it must feel like if stuffed animals came to life.
Almost all of my photos come with stories. The one here of this butterfly with her leg on my finger (always reminded me of a high five) was both physically and emotionally touching. This butterfly kept flying back and forth to me and allowed me to photograph macro images of her as she explored these flowers. When she let me get close enough to reach out and touch her, she touched me back.
These photos (below) look nice in 8 x 8 or 10 x 10 (inches) as canvas prints, and work well individually or as a set. The 5th and 6th photos are 11 x 8 or could be cropped to a square.