This is the neighbor's bull that lived here so we used him. He was a homebred bull named The Specimen. Here he is at around 20 years old, blind in one eye. They sold him for meat this year but he sure made them a lot of calves. I bred him to my Jersey.
Here is a poem I wrote about bulls
Bulls are great big guys
They have many flies
They whack flies with their tails
'Bout 50 of 'em die.
Bulls are important guys
They have many wives
They got to keep 'em all pregnant
or else they loose their lives.
Some some bulls live in a pen
With others of their kin
Cowboys come to buy 'em
to make more just like him.
Some bulls stay where they are
They do it in a jar
It gets shipped around
To cows both near and far,
Onto a scale you guide
To weigh him for his size
He poops upon his tail
And flings it is your eyes.