[Journal entry for February 16, 2014; the Arnold Farm, Greenfield, New York] It's a clear morning with a temperature of 12 degree F. Dallas and I have been staying with a friend while attending the Dance Flurry in the nearby town of Saratoga Spings. I arise early and walk from the house, past our friend's chicken coop, to Dunham Pond Road. I briefly examine the old-style train crossing, and then walk to the Arnold Farm, which has a picturesque set of buildings that I noticed the day before. I pass by one of the farm's fields. The end adjoining Dunham Pond Rd is marshy, with cattails and a little stream. Two mallard ducks takeoff as I approach. The two-foot deep snow is crossed by several cow paths, but the cows do not seems to have been spending much time in the field. I connect with South Greenfield Rd and walk over to the farm buildings, which are dominated by a wooden barn. It's surrounded by a herd of cows. They don't seem to mind the cold; they are not huddled but rather are scattered around the barn yard. Most of the cows are black, but a few are brown or mottled. One of the black ones is accompanied by two calves. I watch them for a few minutes and then head back. About a half hour.