My poor little Louisiana cows. They've never seen snow before and don't really know what to do with themselves. No cavorting or mooing or even grazing (there's grass under there somewhere). You'd think they'd at least be happy to get outside!
Look how silent and forlorn Bessie is. It's almost as though they're praying. Or plotting. Like they are waiting for the moment they're back in their kitchen. I wonder what they're planning? Whatever it is, I hope they take it on someone else. Highly unlikely they will, though.
Until I write again ...