Wet brown cow

Winter storm Iola—the Weather Channel name is a variant of Iolë, a stunning woman in Greek mythology that Hercules wanted to marry but was forbidden to by her dad—might have exhibited the rapid barometric pressure drop called "bombogenesis," but as a nor'easter, Iola pretty much bombed out. It never really got very windy around here, and after a snowy beginning, the temperature rose above freezing during the daylight hours and the precipitation turned to showers. In between downpours, I shoveled a bit of slush, and then walked down to the farms to see if I could spot any flocks of geese. The fields were bare—alternating between brown and white—but in one barn, the young cows were busy eating a late lunch. Most of them are black-and-white Holsteins, but this youngster was different. I'm guessing it's a Jersey, a breed that farmers keep around to boost the butterfat content of their milk. The little girl was quite friendly and poked her wet nose in my direction, if not for a pat then for a portrait. I was happy to oblige.