Frank

Frank, the Bull

Feb 23

Here on the farm there is this bull and I’ve named him Frank. Since I name all of the animals I figure Frank was a good name for this onery bull. Frank is about 4 years old and I tell ya, he makes some funky noises. I’m not sure exactly why he makes these noises, but I have an idea at least. (no I won’t go into it LOL)

Anyway, so Frank is roaming around the farm and he sometimes ends up in the yard. Now he’s suppose to stay in the pasture away from the house, but he’s a tricky fellow and manages to get in places where I happen to run across him. The other day as I was walking back to the house, Frank was on the side of the driveway munching on some green leaves. Now Frank isn’t suppose to be there and he’s the last thing I would have even thought to be there. The babies, calves, yes I expect them to be in the yard, but Frank, um NO. So here I am just walking down the driveway not really paying any attention to what’s going on around me, and then I hear this noise, like a snort, but uglier.  Well to my surprise Frank is right there about 10 yards from me.  So what do I do? I stand there and ask him, “what the hell are you doing there?” Like Frank is going to answer me. Like an idiot I’m talking to a bull. How stupid is that? 

So then I hear Alice’s voice and she’s talking to one of the guys who works here on the farm. So I tell here that Frank is right around the corner, she doesn’t listen until she see’s him. So there she says, “lets go this way.” Funny, Alice knows enough not to talk to the Bull, but me NOPE.  I think I now know why I was raised in the city.