This is a picture of Groseille (Currant) the local star in our village. She's very friendly indeed if she thinks that you've got something for her to eat. We used to take her an apple every time we walked by. Someone told us that the apple should be cut up, so we cut it into four pieces. She can count and would wait for the forth piece before continuing with the grass.
Unfortunately, everyone was feeding her tit-bits, including stale bread. See how muddy her back looks in this picture. One day as we were preparing to feed her an apple her owner, the mayor, came over to us and explained that she had been rolling on the ground in agony with colic. So he's asked everyone not to feed her. She's written a very nice notice explaining how too much food makes her ill.
Unfortunately she doesn't come over to say hello anymore, just snuffles a greeting and continues grazing.