Ferdinand

I need a refresher on this one. But a friendly bull always reminds me of the Angus bull we had in the early 70s. His name was Jupiter and he was extremely handsome. I occasionally gave his face a good brushing with the straw broom while we stood at the shearing shed door. He would go quite weak at the knees. It was a sight to behold. One day he went away, never to return. His replacement was a damned cranky Murray Grey called Saturn. He would not have taken kindly to having his face brushed. Or, more correctly, I wasn't brave enough to do it. You need to follow your gut instinct when it comes to bulls.
Bulls do other things too. You know what they say about growing up on a farm.
Bulls do other things too. You know what they say about growing up on a farm.