Angel or Devil

This is Harley. She's got a halo above her head, but look at that face.

Do you really believe she's an angel?

She's awfully sassy and ornery to be an angel.

Shameless!

Can you believe these girls? Meg, Cutie, and Angel are just hanging around making goo goo eyes at the guys. Litha was afraid to join in the love fest. Those big girls are not nice when the hormones are flying.

Angel is a little young, but she seems to think Marley is quite handsome.

Who wouldn't like a romantic guy, whispering sweet nothings in her ear?

Cutie is smitten with Jack.

Millie isn't interested in boys. She's only interested in food.

She might not be fat and sassy yet, but at least her ribs aren't sticking out anymore.

She better keep eating so I can go back to devoting all my time to being herd queen and milking nanny.

Crazy Driver

When we were in the pasture the other day, Angel thought she'd take advantage of the human walking around.

She decided she'd go for a little joy ride. This looked like a nice cozy seat.

All she needed was to figure out which one of these things would start it.

Maybe it was up here.

Oops. That didn't do anything either. Darn! Maybe there's something in the glove box to get it going.

At least there's air in the tires if it ever starts.

Well, there's plenty of gas. Hmmm. What next.

Maybe just a little lick to see if it tastes good since it won't start.

Ew. Ick. Pfft. Gross!