Bovines, barbecues, and barbecued bovines

We last saw Lily just about a year ago. Lily is my neighbor's cow, and her job is to have a new cow every year. If the new cow is a boy cow, my neighbors raise him until he is big enough to... to... to serve a useful purpose for the carniverous among us. If the new cow is a girl cow, my neighbors raise her until she is big enough to have cows of her own. Last year, Lily had a boy cow, and on Memorial Day, my neighbors invited me over for a barbecue at which steaks were grilled. Enough said.

This year, Lily had a girl cow, and her name is Sunny. Since Sunny will be my neighbor well into the future, I did my best to get on her good side.

This day, her good side seemed to be opposite of whatever side her mom was on.
She's still pretty shy.

But she finally came around.

Lily is a very good mom and gave me the bovine stink eye whenever I got too close to Sunny.

But her curiosity got the better of her as she tried to figure out why a two-legged was prone in her pen, angling for the perfect combination of cow, clouds and sky.

Lily passes on the stink-eye gene to her offspring.

And by the looks of it, she'll be passing on the good-mom gene as well.