No bull.

Today has been a very pretty day..... the weather has finally, blessedly turned into a real Spring, with no hints of another winter cold-snap waiting in the wings.  I've already washed my car in the driveway without giving a thought of covering up the outside faucet to protect it from freezing winds that may turn up in the middle of the night.

With Spring in mind, the bull that's in my neighbor's pasture has only one thing on his mind--- finding the perfect cow to soothe his soul.  I'm guessing that the neighbor doesn't want any more calves just now, because he has taken the bull and put him in a small pasture, away from the females in his herd. The bull can still see the females, but he can't get close to them.  As a result, that bull has been bellowing all day long... low and sad sounds that would break your heart if you were a cow.  To me, however, those poignant sounds are just plain annoying.

Sooner or later, that bull is going to lose patience..... he'll either jump over the fence to get to the females, or he'll just run into the fence and knock it down.  By that time, he won't be looking for the perfect cow, he'll just pick whichever cow is close to him when he gets on the other side of that fence.


The orange cat continues to come to the porch for his meals.  He's not hanging out on the porch like he did before... he just quietly goes up to the food dish and eats his meal without his usual meowing to announce his arrival.  I've put his blanket back on the porch chair where it was during the cold snaps we had, but he's not sleeping there. I guess he's still not quite trusting us.... he knows that the air-horn must still be in this house.

Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Orange.
Orange who?
Orange you missing me when I'm not on the porch?