Down the trail with Lucy

I love it when Lucy and I meet a herd of cows on one of our rides. 

Despite my love of bones, it's much more fun seeing cows alive than in their skeletal form.

 There are lots and lots of baby cows out and about this year. We love baby cows

(as long as they're not ducking under our fence and wreaking havoc). 

This group seemed as relaxed as could be as we rode up to them,
but we were concerned about one of their herdmates off to the side.

Lucy: I hope he's not dead. Next thing you know, you'll have me dragging home his bones.

 Lucky for all of us, he woke up.

He acted as if he'd never seen a donkey before. 

Lucy: Shall I bray and scar him for life?

Little One couldn't handle the pressure and walked off to find his mom.

Lucy seems to have a general affinity for cows, 

which might explain why they insist on coming over to visit.

More on that tomorrow.