January 15, 2016

Snowy cows

I just realized I never posted these pictures. The Sunday after Christmas was so icy and snowy we had meeting at Mom and Dad's instead of driving half an hour. Afterwards, I wandered around and took pictures. 


Frozen drips



Ice sheeting off the sign




Fence wire ice




Snowy northside






I walked through the calf pasture to the cedars. The calves became the main event.  






My flash was highlighting close snowflakes, which I didn't realize until I was home.


Cows are such stoic creatures. About weather anyway. They put their back to the wind and just endure.


They were all intensely curious about me. I think they harbored suspicions that I was carrying hay in my pockets. 



I was the pied piper. 


And then, for no apparent reason, they all went mildly crazy. 



This calf on the left was dancing and prancing in front of me. Crazy thing.


I shooed it away and they all took an exuberant lap in celebration. 


Crazy calf


I love this one's eyes.



Residual warmth


Carefully watching me in case I did anything interesting. 


Ice and snow crystals on birch trees


I never did get a good picture of snow on cedars.













That night, the temperature fell with a crash and everything froze fairly solid. Owen had a few calves to put through the chute, so Justin and I went up to help him. 



Tractor tires in the wet spot.



Broken ice


Elsie and Gilbert had a large stack of books to look through while we worked cows.


Aren't they a beautiful color?


There is something so elegant and dainty about all those tiny drips along the branch. 


Sending the calves back to the barnyard


Gilbert bellowing for some reason and a smiling Elsie June. 

3 comments:

Cecil and Amy said...

Brrrrrrry cold looking!

Jeannie said...

What lovely details! I never think to capture the details while it's still snowing out. Too busy enjoying the fireplace I'm afraid!(:

Bethaney said...

Well, I don't have a fireplace, so that might be why I am outside! :-) If I had a fireplace, people would probably have to have a crowbar to get me out of my house. Truly.