I took my friend Jean home after our walk, and fortunately had my camera along. Fields of grazing land in the foothills of Tulare County is several thousand acres. The bulls live the life of Riley. Cows, that’s another story. Dairies pack those poor milky females into a few hundred acres with no grass – mud/dirt only. Cows have to watch what they eat so the milk tastes right – so no tempting grass Does that sound familiar women?
Bulls, though, are treated like royalty. But, in spite of the best of the best, the grass is always greener on the other side.
This little guy wasn’t shy. I thought I would try to sneak up on him, and he posed for me without being asked. Then he came over to ME. I sat on the ground, and pretty soon I had a harem of bulls. V told me that a good photographer gets different perspectives on things by going to different levels. Good photographers don’t always take their pictures from 5’5″ in the air. So I laid down. I think the bulls wanted to make a meal of me, and I know they only eat vegetables.
I wasn’t worried. For some reason skinny barbed wired scares off the biggest bulls. So these little guys had to be safe. Right? Actually I was more worried about me being safe than I was about them. And that’s no bull!
Splotch’s owner came out when she saw me lying on the ground on the side of the road. I had to sit up every time a car drove by so they wouldn’t think there was a dead woman on the side of the road. Sure enough someone pulled off the road and asked the bull’s owner Peggy Sue, about my car pulled off the other side of the road and parked. I heard her talking about me.
They’re so cute when they are young. Unfortunately they grow up! The lucky ones look like this big fella. The unlucky ones – we eat!
I have to admit that this guy scared me some. I didn’t get down to get a better angle on him.
What would you have done if you’d seen such a bunch of cute bulls hanging around on your way home?
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