What a Load Of Bull~

Is it just me? Or does he look irritable to you?

Would you cross his pasture?

The timid California Quail,

seemed to like hanging around him.

Maybe she thinks no one will mess with her, when he’s around.

But the roadrunner stayed clearly on the other side of the fence.

He’d rather deal with a confusing human like me,

than a bunch of bull like him!

Cheers to you from California’s clever critters~

191 thoughts on “What a Load Of Bull~

  1. What a charming post Cindy. Endearing photos and I like your narrative that cleverly ties it all together around that load of bull. Happy New Year to you and yours and all Holler critters great and small. ๐ŸŽ‰

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  2. Uhhhh…nope, I think I will definitely steer clear of that “sitting bull,” no pun intended. I don’t try making friends with wild creatures who know their territory better than me. I have to know where to run and high tail it out of harm’s way! LOL ๐Ÿ˜ฒ Nice photos and mad respect girlfriend! ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ

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    • We have a family of roadrunners living inside our fences at The Holler. It keeps them somewhat safer from Wile E. Coyote. They love to people watch and I see them frequently when I wake in the morning watching me through the French doors. They hate rain, and shelter in our garages when it rains. They will let you get quite close when they do this, as they prefer you to the rain!! They are hilarious birds. They remind me of your kookaburras. They are in the cuckoo family.

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    • Well, funny you should say this. The Holler abuts a nature preserve that used to have a wild cattle herd with bulls, including one Ankole Watusi African bull with a 8ft rack. Ankoles defend their herds on the African plains. When I moved in to The Holler, the most I knew about cattle was what I saw driving by them. I learned a lot fast. The herd owner was in his 80’s and rarely around. He was quite a character. He would occasionally feed them tortillas from his flatbed. The fence separating the herd from The Holler was three strings of old barb wire, wrapped around 50 year old sticks, so the cattle came a calling, a lot, including the bulls. I learned so much about cattle and bull ๐Ÿ˜‰ from living with them and him. The cattle loved our orchards. You could tell when they were going make a breech, and if I was home I would get everyone here to heave grapefruits and pomegranates over the fences. They loved it and so did we!! But they would still breach the fences, once they nearly made it all the way to the closest highway which would have been a debacle. They sounded like the dinosaurs in Jurassic Park when they crossed the river to breach the fences. It is was like, oh boy, “here they come.” The old man finally hired cowboys who he would call when they went a calling. I loved watching round them up. It was usually at dusk. Eventually, a couple of years ago, the nature preserve shut down the cattle when the old man died. He was a Texas cowboy. I miss them. But I don’t miss the many nights listening to the mother cows bellow when coyotes got her calf. I did an online post about cow funerals before I blogged, asking if anyone had witnessed this. I got hundreds of responses, including a stream from a cattle herding tribesman from Africa who knew everything about free ranging cattle psychology. Fascinating. You must have amazing stories to tell. I would love to hear them. Here’s a link on a post I did about the Ankole Watusi:

      Lo-Down Ankole Watusi Holler Life-

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    • He could try and try to teach us to run, but we’d never learn and he would be disappointed. They get airborne and glide for quite a distance if they actually get alarmed which they usually don’t, since they know not even Wile E can usually keep up ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  3. The bull looks rather angry, I will not cross his pasture! ๐Ÿ˜‚ The California Quail is so cute, I love the sounds they make too, they like our desert here. I saw a roadrunner today while biking, didn’t know they range up north too but I don’t know where you are. Not asking!

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    • I love the quail, but they are so shy here, I think because of the coyote packs. They flock and they won’t linger long in any one area because they are afraid. I love their sounds too and the ways their tiaras bounce about as they nervously titter around. Such sweet birds แƒ“

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  4. I am very from the city and I have almost never had experience in farms so I have been able to enjoy your story with you because I do not know the behavior of animals. A good post like all the ones you present on your blog.
    My regards cindy

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  5. Your photographs of the quail and the roadrunner are magnificent! As for the bull … I learned to be very wary of the bulls on my father’s farm for they were so large (of course I was much smaller then!), but he loved them.

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  6. Great pictures! We used to have a roadrunner hanging around our house, but I haven’t seen him in awhile. He probably left New Mexico to get away from our extremely variable weather.

    Yes, I know from personal experience that the bull is angry. By the grace of God, my stepbrothers and I escaped an angry bull by running and jumping into a very muddy pond. That was many decades ago, but you never forget when a bull looks at you like that.

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  7. Ahh..faBUllous shots, my friend. Your audacity to capture these shots is UnBULLivable.
    (เท† อ’โ€ขโˆ˜ฬฌโ€ข อ’)โ—žโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธ

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  8. Fantastic photo collection, Cindy! Even lying down that bull is terrifying! The CA quail is a gorgeous color and nice job capturing the roadrunner – they are always so fast. Bravo!

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  9. Yikes! Thatโ€™s one heck of a bull and yes, he looks very annoyed! I would keep well clear. The roadrunner photos are a treat as Iโ€™ve only seen the cartoon images of the bird before! How precious to have a family of these near you! A great post, Cindy and brilliant title to grab our attention! ๐Ÿ˜€

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