A Lot Of Bull

Would you take a look at this big black bull...he's massive!  What a fine young pile of black bull.  Or maybe he's old, I don't know - he was moving pretty slowly...but even so, young or old, with muscles everywhere...he still managed to scare me!

  Those fences are nothing to him.  If he took a mind to, he could blow them down with one shoulder flick!

Yah, you, big boy...you make me nervous.  And you like that, don't you.

Brute.

Here's a brown pile of bull - he was no less scary.  They kept looking at me and wondering if I was a threat that they needed to take care of.

  Did my camera look like a gun?

  I tried to be submissive in my body language! 

I even tried talking gently to them - "So,  Bossy. So." 

Hmmm, I called the bulls "bossy" to their faces.

  Maybe that's what they didn't like.

And my conversation wasn't that stimulating now was it!?!

 Just can't get very far into anything when you begin and end with "So."

That's probably why they took offence.

They both had to come right over and butt at the fence.

By then I had whipped way far back around behind a few more fences

 and then used the zoom lense!

  I like to keep lots of fences between myself and these big bulls.

I left these powerful iron pumpers alone and went down along the driveway.

  I jumped out of the car just as these baby calves and their mothers were approaching and crouched near the fence.

Hello, sweet curious baby!

You're cute!  And friendly.

Nothing like your Dad!

I like you.  You don't scare me so much.

In fact, I'd like to take you home!

Peek-a-boo!  I can see you!

What a kind little face.  Again, nothing like your Dad!

  Must have gotten all those soft and gentle, friendly genes from your Momma!

  Bless her dear cow heart. 

Good Momma Cow.
"So.  Bossy.  So. 
You understand what I'm talking about, don't you.
Thanks for being you!"