And so we proceeded...

whats worrying me here is that he 'may' be in the field. Where is he when he's not ?

Hopefully not at the Sunday school picnic....

omg

Now that sounds like something that should be on 'You've been framed'

: ) A smile for you too!

Fortunately the cattle were clustered under trees in the distance. We weren't near enough to see if the bull was there but we proceeded with caution and not inconsiderable speed....

Run like f*ck is generally the accepted option. :D There's a huge black bull who lives on a farm just outside town. Said bull often wanders into town just to see what's happening. Hangs out in front of the Muddy Creek Saloon.

I would love to see that Caine. DD is really quite afraid of one of the bulls (he's on my blog somewhere), he's enormous with a ring through his nose in story book bull like fashion. Whenever I've seen him he's hunkered down surrounded by his herd and can hardly be bothered to lift his head. I think he might be retired!

I have to say, I was more than a bit freaked the first time I saw a huge bull on main street. :D When I was little, Ferdinand the Bull was one of my most favourite stories. Later on, as a young teen, my first experience with a bull was a very close shave. It was good that I was a fast runner and excellent fence climber!

I love your story caine

Caine's images and narrative makes her life really come alive. If that doesn't sound too wack...

Thank you both. :)