IluvABbeef
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They scare the heck outta me. I know that all bulls are dangerous, but Jersey bulls are the worst by far.
Our renter has a couple bulls in with his heifers to breed them for the summer (I hope it's for that long): a Brown Swiss bull and a Jersey bull. The BS bull is more laid back and doesn't act aggressive (bellowing, pawing the ground, rolling head in the dirt) as the Jersey does. The JB is constantly doing that when one of us is outside, letting the cats out or taking a walk or whatever needs to be done outside. Sometimes I think it's because he likes to show off is macho-ness, but it's also with "protecting" his harem from humans, even if the heifers he's "guarding" are on the other side of the fence.
The evening when we were taking the girls out for a walk in their strollers, I'll be darned if that JB wasn't sitting there eager to get in with the other heifers. Soon as he saw us he got up and started bellering at us (you know, those low, deep growling bellows), and wouldn't stop. The ruddy bugger followed us from the corral out to where we turned around. When we stopped he stopped on the other side of the barbed wire fence, bellowing, pawing the ground and staring at us all the while. I was scared that that maniac might come over the fence at us, because a beast like him wouldn't let a barbed wire fence stop him if he had the mind to go over to the other side. And I had a right to be scared because of the reputation I've heard constantly about with these beasts.
Earlier the day before my brother had met him when he went out to check the fence around the machine shed. That bull threatened him, and my DB had to whack that bull across the snout as hard as he could with a board to get him to back off. 'Course, luckily it worked.
So anyway, here we were, three of us adults with three little toddlers, and this damn bull just across the fence. He didn't do any more following or anything after we turned around and left (and after my DB threw a chunk of dirt at him), but I was still rattled.
I don't like bulls; most times I hate them. But I especially hate Jersey bulls. I mean, if/when I have cows on my place, and a Jersey bull comes to visit them, that'll be the last thing he'll ever do.
Our renter has a couple bulls in with his heifers to breed them for the summer (I hope it's for that long): a Brown Swiss bull and a Jersey bull. The BS bull is more laid back and doesn't act aggressive (bellowing, pawing the ground, rolling head in the dirt) as the Jersey does. The JB is constantly doing that when one of us is outside, letting the cats out or taking a walk or whatever needs to be done outside. Sometimes I think it's because he likes to show off is macho-ness, but it's also with "protecting" his harem from humans, even if the heifers he's "guarding" are on the other side of the fence.
The evening when we were taking the girls out for a walk in their strollers, I'll be darned if that JB wasn't sitting there eager to get in with the other heifers. Soon as he saw us he got up and started bellering at us (you know, those low, deep growling bellows), and wouldn't stop. The ruddy bugger followed us from the corral out to where we turned around. When we stopped he stopped on the other side of the barbed wire fence, bellowing, pawing the ground and staring at us all the while. I was scared that that maniac might come over the fence at us, because a beast like him wouldn't let a barbed wire fence stop him if he had the mind to go over to the other side. And I had a right to be scared because of the reputation I've heard constantly about with these beasts.
Earlier the day before my brother had met him when he went out to check the fence around the machine shed. That bull threatened him, and my DB had to whack that bull across the snout as hard as he could with a board to get him to back off. 'Course, luckily it worked.
So anyway, here we were, three of us adults with three little toddlers, and this damn bull just across the fence. He didn't do any more following or anything after we turned around and left (and after my DB threw a chunk of dirt at him), but I was still rattled.
I don't like bulls; most times I hate them. But I especially hate Jersey bulls. I mean, if/when I have cows on my place, and a Jersey bull comes to visit them, that'll be the last thing he'll ever do.