My BBF (best bull friend) was waiting for me when I returned home from my last trip to town. "Big O" was resting
under a tree with his girlfriend, or so I presumed. Of course I stopped to say hello and take pictures.
His magnificence stops me in my tracks every time I see him,
which is not a good thing because I become oblivious to everything that's going on around me...
...like his girlfriend, who was really his boyfriend, who got up and started walking toward me.
Good thing a shrub is covering most of his bull parts in the photo above - Blogger would likely have censored it otherwise.
I've learned my lesson about cattle confrontations, so I
ran like hell and jumped into took refuge in my truck.
Didn't want another one of these!
My BBF's BFF came over to the passenger side window to have a little chat.
I think he may have been jealous of all the attention I was giving to Big O.
I didn't stick around to find out.