getting frisky! DH and I sat outside last night watching two bulls go at it. The one, a massive red thing, was teaching a young whippersnapper (black) bull a thing or two about age and wisdom being more important than youth and energy. I was very impressed with the red one, but he just seemed out of place.
Something didn't seem right about the whole scene, but I couldn't put my finger on it. The cows don't belong to us, we lease the pastures to a neighbor, but I try to keep an eye on the herd for him.
Just now the mystery of the red bull was solved. Our other neighbors are up here wrangling the red bull back home. Apparently he walked more than a mile to join these cows. Guess the grass is really greener - and the cows sweeter - on the other side of the fence?
Something didn't seem right about the whole scene, but I couldn't put my finger on it. The cows don't belong to us, we lease the pastures to a neighbor, but I try to keep an eye on the herd for him.
Just now the mystery of the red bull was solved. Our other neighbors are up here wrangling the red bull back home. Apparently he walked more than a mile to join these cows. Guess the grass is really greener - and the cows sweeter - on the other side of the fence?
