☆ September 23, 2010
I love this bull.
He has remained gentle and sweet and so very dear, even when he was in with the heifers and everyone said he would turn mean for a spell. He always came to me when I would visit him, and lean against me ever so gently as I leaned against him.
He’s huge. He’s huge for a yearling and he still has a year or two of growing yet to do. His hooves are heavy and jet black, his shoulders are massive, his hair is thick and curly…. he belongs on the cover of a romance novel.
I get so filled with pride when I look at him, at how he’s grown into such a perfect expression of what he’s meant to be.
I’m so glad he’s home again.