Titirangi Storyteller

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They call me the Bull Whisperer

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A perfect, frosty morning at a small (10 acre)  farmstay outside of lovely Hamilton. Raising up a couple of steer who, like bulls everywhere, had to seek me out and pose for pictures.

OK – I admit it, I flatter them, tell them they’re gorgeous and I just love the way their eyelashes flutter when they bat their eyes at me. Works every time!


Written by Titirangi Storyteller

09/04/2012 at 9:17 pm

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  1. How comoooo-cal!


    Monica McLaughlin

    10/04/2012 at 7:42 am

    • And just how comical you think it is to be followed around by bulls?


      • It is spooky how they do that. They are very quiet about it too.


        Monica McLaughlin

        10/04/2012 at 2:29 pm

      • How true… I was surprised at the bulls in India… very free and very mellow. Of course the same could be said for the bulls in the Scottish Highlands… but they were very different


  2. He is definitely eye-balling you.



    27/04/2012 at 4:47 am

    • he and his brother were waiting for me when I stepped out of the apartment door in the morning. It drives my husband crazy how bulls/steer are drawn to me wherever we go… And it’s all about me. I don’t know quite what it is, but they just love me…

      a bit freaky though when you are sitting in the car with the windows rolled up and a massive bull is staring at you longingly through the passenger seat window…


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