the prize for the best wig goes to....

this sweet natured boy of ours...

a rescue cow who arrived with the name Idris...

a tiny wee chap upon arrival, shyly peeping from around the back of his mama...

a round ball of fluff that had a few brave moments whereupon he would canter freely like a racehorse across the field and then panic when he realised how far from his mama he had travelled...

now an unruly teenager with even more unruly hair..

 a majestic barnet

a glorious mop top

 grown in to his title of cow but still watched over carefully by mama Clary...

i have come to notice how wonderful cows are..

how undemanding, serene, curious...

how easy to watch over them compared to sheep..

i am thinking more cows may be coming over the horizon..

those in need of a place to stop and repair

yes indeed

cows

preferably sporting a fine wig

t x