A bull. What more can one say? One evening we walked the dogs in a small woodland that we were passing with the hope of some nice low evening sunshine shining through the autumn leaves (and with the hope of exercising the dogs too, obviously). The leaves weren’t particularly autumnal, and in any case the sunshine was in the wrong place. Well, it was in the right place insomuch it was on above the western horizon as it should be, but it wasn’t shining through the leaves. Maybe it was the leaves that were in the wrong place. This bovine specimen, on the other hand, was in an adjacent field, nicely illuminated. And the dogs got their exercise.
