Our neighbor shuffled around his cattle again. Yesterday, I was looking out the window and realized there was now a huge, pure white bull hanging out in the pasture! It seems to be as leary of people as the red and white bull was – not anything like “Barney” the black bull was (the fence buster – LOL). Somehow, there’s got to be some kind of symbolic meaning to this, but for now I’ll just shrug and say, “Huh – a white bull. Cool.”

Addendum: a pure white bull is rather like seeing a huge football player dressed up in an all-white tuxedo. *grin*