Desert Boy and the Cows

Desert Boy likes hanging with the cows. And they seem to like watching a little two-foot tall blue munchkin try to climb under the fence so he can  play with them. Desert Boy clambers into the feeding trough with no trouble.

He doesn't seem to be at all fazed by so much beef looking at him intently. In fact, he's oblivious to it.

That's because he's busy eating the feed. Yum. If it's good enough for the cows, it must be good enough for him.

Then Desert Boy starts trying to feed the cows by hand. They move in closer to see if he's for real.
Yes, that's Desert Boy in Wranglers and cowboy boots talking to the cow. 

Hey, Isabel. Come on over. I have a secret I want to share with you.

You have such sweet breath. And such big eyes. I love your complexion.

I can only imagine the heartbreaker Desert Boy will be in about 15 years. I wonder if he will still cross his legs like that.

Okay, time to move on. It's better to spread the charm. Here's a huge Hereford. I mean really huge. And Desert Boy just looks at her curiously. 

She gets even closer, getting down to eye level with Desert Boy and poking her noise through the cables.

And Desert Boy reaches out and pets her.