We 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.
Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) 
Loving this story. Look forward to your new adventures with your new boarder. Sue
Womenlivinglifeafter50.com
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I’m so pleased you are enjoying it. I’m enjoying the memories.
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I’d be afraid of the bull, too, Irene. Horns plus aggression …
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and the hugest thing you ever saw when you were next to him.
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I think the bull story is going to surpass the snake. And let me be the first to say, no bull.
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Ha ha. I hope you’re not disappointed.
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No matter how docile they look or actually may be, they are intimidating. I have found that some people are like this too.
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So very true.
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Walking where the bull wasn’t! Could be me 😉
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I think most of us. I just can’t understand how people summon the courage to run with the bulls in Pamplona, especially knowing one at least is trampled and gored each year.
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I totally agree!
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