They call me the Bull Whisperer

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”