Remember that ‘bull’ who wandered up last November/December? Well, his owner finally claimed him. We fed ol’ Goofy for six months, and in that time you kinda get attached to an animal. He was sure skittish, and wasn’t prone to makin’ friends, but he finally started trusting me enough to let me pet his head.

Of course there were days he wouldn’t come to my whistle, or would act like I was going to jump up and yell boo. That’s why I called him Goofy. He never did settle down much, and I honestly don’t think he ever will. Which, in the long run, is okay I guess.

He was less a bull and more a steer as it turns out, and there’s only one good use for a steer. He and I didn’t talk about it much, but it helped me to remember not to get too attached. At some point his owner was going to call, or BJ was going to take him away so I tried to keep my distance.

Aw heck. Who am I kidding. I got close to the little goof. And I miss him actually but I’m sure he’s so much happier being in a pasture full of other cows. He really didn’t have a chance over here with grumpy old Jake and fiesty little Pistol (my horses). They never have cut cattle much slack. Even when we had pastures full of them.