The Bull: Trog and Other Animals

IMG_0021We were now ready, in Darrell’s opinion, to purchase the bull. He was an old boy but still up to the job and most importantly quiet. Our newly installed loading ramp was not required as the bull was walked around to us from a nearby property. Occasionally, just occasionally, we wondered if Darrell saw us as suckers that he could offload his “used by date” animals to. The bull, also an Angus, was big. We were fairly confident that our paddock fencing was strong to hold him, having spent hours with Darrell improving it when we had first bought the cattle home from Taree, as the calves had found every flaw possible in it. Just seeing the size of this animal filled me with dread. I didn’t think I would feel as comfortable going on my daily walks with Mungo knowing I may come face to face with the bull at any minute.

The cows didn’t seem to share my concern and although I didn’t see the acts of procreation it wasn’t long before Darrell declared that all our cows were pregnant. The gestation period  being 285 days for a cow we settled down for the 9 month or more wait for the calves to be born.


I was right in my fear that the bull would frighten me – it did. Although it came up for feeding as meekly as the cows it was a different matter when in the paddock. He may well have been coming at a rapid pace because he knew that I was the food lady, but I wasn’t waiting to find out. Our walks in the paddocks were curtailed to where I knew the bull wasn’t and often, not knowing his whereabouts, I started walking around the neighbourhood.

About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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11 Responses to The Bull: Trog and Other Animals

  1. sue marquis bishop says:

    Loving this story. Look forward to your new adventures with your new boarder. Sue


  2. markbialczak says:

    I’d be afraid of the bull, too, Irene. Horns plus aggression …


  3. fictionfitz says:

    I think the bull story is going to surpass the snake. And let me be the first to say, no bull.


  4. Glynis Jolly says:

    No matter how docile they look or actually may be, they are intimidating. I have found that some people are like this too.


  5. simplyilka says:

    Walking where the bull wasn’t! Could be me 😉


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