Mama Matriarch + Little Muggins

It was bitter cold on Saturday with the wind, but the sky was bright and the air was crisp. With Andy in the garage working on getting one of the chainsaws running I got bored and decided it was time to take the dogs up to the farm with my camera. I wasn’t sure the cows would be out close to the barn, but I decided to hop into the pasture and see if I could track them down. The farmer teased me to harassing his cattle and then left me be.

It didn’t take long to find the ladies. When it’s as cold as it was on Saturday they tend to stay close to the hay and the barn, especially with the couple calves who unexpectedly showed up in the fall.

This lady made sure I was there with good intentions, and to see if either my hand or my camera was food.

Mama Matriarch was keeping a tight eye on me the entire time. You walk slow and stop often when approaching a herd of cows facing you. Especially when you know Mama Matriarch has her eyes on you. You respect her, she respects you.

And even though I just happened to catch the right moment, I laugh whenever I see this one. Mama Matriarch was definitely giving the stink eye to her mischievous kid (or niece, I’m not sure).

Once I got Mama Matriarchs approval I was able to move closer to the herd, and close I did move. They kept coming right up to me and nudging me, smelling me, wrapping my glove in their tongue, and in general just watching me. The phrase really should be curious like a cow, not curious like a cat.

Being so close was awesome. It never ceases to impress me. There’s something about their snouts that are demanding and powerful (trust me, I’ve been ‘nudged’ in the spine by one) and at the same time cute and gentle. I was able to get this photo from about one foot away.

I adore the calves little muggins. Their curiosity and carefulness is wonderful. This little one kept looking at me, and kept trying to come near me but then would get spooked. He decided that hiding behind the Red Angus was much safer as long as he could peak around.

There’s one particular female I love to watch grow up. Do you remember this little lady in the center? You might recognize her from this post. She’s getting so big! Though she has no name really, I call her Roxy. She’s the first calf I ever saw birthed, and is half Hereford, half Red Angus and one hundred percent awesome.

Before long my camera started taking a little longer to get shots off, and then it eventually succumbed to the bitter wind and cold weather. This was the last shot before the battery decided it needed to go back in the house and warm up. I should really crochet a sweater for my camera. Could you imagine? If this happens you must immediately promise me two things.

One, high-five me for being so awesome and two, please drag me out somewhere and far far away from crochet hooks.

Much Love and Hot Chocolate from the Farm,



4 thoughts on “Mama Matriarch + Little Muggins

  1. OMG! I just found your blog and love it already! I’d also like to point out that I am also in the Greater Portland area! If we were to consider your idea of no technology at night, it would have to end at 7:30 because we all love to watch Jeopardy as a family and compete and see how smart we are! On the weekends, one of my guilty pleasures is going to the Prairie Home Companion website and listening to their latest show while I’m cleaning….NPR is great, isn’t it!

    1. Yay! I’m so glad you found me! Can I admit that we totally fell of the wagon the last few days with no technology until 8:00? We’re getting back on it though! NPR is awesome—I listen to it a lot on weekends too. Depending on what I’m doing I listen to APHC at 6:00 or Sunday at 12:00!


  2. So cute! Have you ever been licked by one? Their tongues are like big cat tongues! And if the farmer ever has a bottle calf, those are fun to help out with.

    1. Haha I have been licked by one – it’s hilarious and the weirdest feeling ever! I hope our farmer never has a bottle calf, but if he does I’m sure I’ll be on helping out. We had a winter calf once who wasn’t doing good so Andy and I would snowmobile up to the farm or drive and make sure it was covered in enough hay, help move it around so it wouldn’t get sore, etc. Eventually it got better and survived. It took a group of neighbors taking turns though (we all also work). The farmer is getting older and is thinking about slowly getting rid of the herd which makes me so sad. It’s already a small herd but I keep trying to get him to make it bigger haha. It would be so sad if all the cows were gone.


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