Our neighbour’s cows spend the winter in the cowshed — fjøs, in Norwegian.  The cows are obliged to share the space with our horse and some small ponies.  They have their own stalls, of course.  The horses go outside to graze during the day, but not the cows.  I’m not sure why not, though.  According to my other neighbour, cows will tolerate subzero temperatures quite happily as long as they have hay and silage to eat while the grass is covered with snow.

I love visiting the cows.  I do it quite often, because of the horse.  They greet me with an enormous MOO, the loudest greeting I get.  Occasionally one of them licks my face — hesitantly, at first — with her sandpaper tongue.

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