... but on November 30, I found the cows down by the ole watering hole near the pumphouse...
"Moooooooooooo!" they said.
"Are you out of water?"
"No! No! Moooooooooooooooooooooo!" they explained."
"Are you out of salt? Do you need more minerals?"
"No, no NO! Moooooooooooooooooooooooo MOO!" they exclaimed.
"You just got your round bale yesterday. You can't have eaten it all already!" I admonished.
"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" they said in unison.
"Okay guys. Show me what the problem is."
They were positively gleeful when I slipped though the fence and walked among them to the crest of the hill.
"BABIES? You have BABIES?! Holy Toledo! TWINS?!"
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" they exclaimed.
But the weather was cold and it had been raining as though we lived on the coast. Leaving the wobbly newborns was not an option. I gathered a small posse and a couple of dogs and we herded Berry-Moo and her new boys down to the front pasture where they would be able to take shelter under the wings of the barn and be safe from mules and coyotes.
"Ben and Jerry" are doing really well. It is such a delight to watch them canter around in the front pasture. Pippen, Sierra, Ellie and Ganny are there with them. Pippen thinks it's fun to do a little cattle round up now and again. All of them find the cows terrific roommates as cows are easily intimidated and can be shooed off their hay with the flick of a nose.
It looks as though I've been a poor grandmother-- I don't have any pictures of Ben & Jerry. I'll remedy that asap. Man, these little guys are a hoot!!