Every year the calves that live out in the calf barn and pasture during the winter, try to find ways to get out of their pasture. The calves that live in that pen are never, ever the same. Some haven’t even been born when the previous year’s calves are attempting to escape. But they do the same thing every year. It’s odd. There is one place where the snow always blows over the fence and makes a bridge to get out. They walk up as far as they can without sinking in. If they sink in, they leave and try again another time. We watch them from the kitchen window. Occasionally they have escaped and then we have to scoop the snow away from the fence so there is a ravine and they can’t cross. They stand on top of their snow pile then and look longingly across to where they could escape. It’s funny.
This year, they have tried a couple times to ascend the snow pile, but it was really soft for a long time, and I think they gave up. Also it’s been really cold so they have stayed in their barn a lot and not ventured out to escape. Which is a good thing, because three quarters of their fence is now crossable, if they would try.