FARM

This is #63, our newest pet. I call her Beauty. Grandma Fields used to have a perfectly black cow with that name. She came with one calf and four friends with calves and an extra friend who must have lost hers. She was the boldest and came closest to me. I think she was worried about her calf which was the only one sleeping and not noticing my presence. She went over and woke him up. They roam our pasture, which is really not ours. What a blessing it is not to have to mend fences or herd runaways, but still enjoy the bovine view.