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 whenContinue reading “They call me the Bull Whisperer”
Lately I’ve been craving more than a getaway… I want to languish in the woods and stumble into a decrepit caravan and cavort with a stray Highland cattle bull calf. Yes, that is what I want.