One was more friendly than the other. But they were both very calm about being approached and photographed, although they weren't quite comfortable going as far as the nose stroking stage. Even though I offered my nose in a very friendly way.
I am used to the huge, rangy milking Friesian cows that we had on our dairy farm. These woolly dears looked like soft toys in comparison.
It occurs to me there's a song's chorus they might hum, if they could hum.
Because these green hills are not Highland hills Or the Island's hills, they're not my land's hills, As fair as these green foreign hills may be They are not the hills of home.