I opened the door that leads to the room where we store hay.
They seemed really happy in there and didn't leave without some fussing.
But one one by one they left.
And then there was this guy.
I do NOT use the word 'guy' unadvisedly.
I have been trained to fear bulls. Since on occasion they kill you. Even though ours are so far peaceloving. But are they peaceloving on a soul deep level? Or have they just been in a good mood so far...like for as long as no one shoos them out of a room full of FOOD.
Hmmmmmmm....this is taken with some zoom. I made an executive decision to let him win the stare down. I just phoned My Cowboy and turned him in...the bull not the cowboy. That's right! He is busted!...the bull not the cowboy.
HAH! Give me the hairy eyeball will you? WHERE'S MY CELL PHONE.
(that's part of the code of the west, right?)