While I was out in the back taking photos of the calves and cows, three bulls approached me slowly. I stood quietly by the fence, and all three came up to me. One was young, but the other two, including the one above, were older. I picked a long piece of grass and held it through the fence. The bull in this photo put his nose up to the fence and let me scratch him with the grass. Evenutally, he took it from my hand and ate it. His tongue touched my fingers, which shocked me because it was quite rough. It felt almost like a Brillo pad.
We were quite surprised that the bulls not only came up to the fence, but also took the grass from me as they can be quite skittish.
3 comments:
Great shots! You're a braver girl than me. When a bull approaches, I back away slowly...I'm the skittish one.
Those must be some really gentle bulls! Interesting shot.
What a great photo and a wonderful story to go with it. I can just about feel that tongue. I don't know if I could've stood still with something that large close by. You're brave, Chris.
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