Who's afraid of the big bad bull?

Smooch and I were heading home with a load of firewood on Saturday when we met up with Big O and his herd. I hadn't seen Big O in awhile, so we stopped to chat and grab a few pictures.


I stood there admiring Big O's magnificence, trying to recall what my neighbor had told me about Big O's retirement as herd sire. Did she really tell me he'd been castrated and another bull had taken his place? As I was trying to piece together that conversation, I saw something move out of the corner of my eye.

Well, hello there, big black cow. I don't remember
seeing you before. Are you new in town?

My, you are awfully large - I can see that from here.
No need to come any closer...Mr. Bull.

Seriously, Mr. Bull, please don't come any closer.

We come in peace...we're vegetarians!
Not really, but I was running out of things to say.

Smooch! Open my door! This guy means business!

Mom, I've got my hands full over here. They've got us surrounded!

I realize we haven't been properly introduced, Mr. Bull,
but was it really necessary to chase me around the truck?
I was just being neighborly.

Apology accepted. Ta ta for now.