I knew it was going to be a decent day when at 1:00 am, the bull was still in his pen. At 3:00 am, the bull was still in his pen. And at 4:30 am, the bull was still in his pen.
However I've learned alot in the past week about bulls. They pout just like dogs when they are scolded. After yet another morning being rudely awakened by an escaped calf (and I use the term 'calf' very loosely - he's pretty darn big), I had had enough. Off to TSC my husband went to purchase yet another boatload of posts, insulators, and electrical tape. Frankly, I would have sold my left arm to electrify this animal! We strung up enough electrical cord to light up the sky like the northern lights.