I have now made my reputation clear as the carrot lady and ofttimes when I call and shake my carrot bag, these cuties come on the fly. Cows and steer running full blast, screeching to a stop at the fence, and standing with expectant faces.
This is mama cow. Her baby was born at the local county fair in July and, as much as I enjoy treating mama cow, I have cocked an eyebrow at her mothering skills. They seem a little remiss to me. But baby appears to be thriving, so, what do I know...
Big boy Blaze I particularly like treating. I'm sure he's meant for the freezer, which breaks my heart, The point is he's getting pretty large. I want to indulge him as much as I can while there's time.
This cutie knows he has horns and can bully his way to the carrots. And yet, he's on the carrot team.
Yes, the donkeys do object to "their" carrots being doled out to the interlopers. I try to even things out, but I'm not sure they'd agree.