These curious young bulls were very interested in us when we went for a short stroll today, they came right up to the fence and lined up to greet us. It was a lovely walk, with bluebells and birds, half a pint of cider at the local pub and then the return journey, where we met these guys. A very pleasant evening walk.
When I was a child my great uncles had a dairy, and I was convinced I sang beautifully because the cows came and watched like this every time I sang. Grade school opened my eyes on that issue. Sigh.
