You know that creepy feeling you get when something just isn't right but you can't put your finger on it? Went down to the barn this morning to check the heifers (only 2 left to calve!) and I really wasn't paying that much attention but had a weird feeling, like someone was watching me. Walked around the barnyard & noticed all the empty protein tubs inside an old 3-sided shed had been knocked over, scattered everywhere, and one of the empty Versa Totes had been moved. Went inside to check it out, pick up the tubs, turned around to leave and there stood a big-azz bull, not 10 feet from me and definitely not one of ours. Had no idea I was capable of jumping so high & clearly terrified the bull because he jetted a stream of "processed" alfalfa & bolted, hiding between rows of bales. Recognized the brand & called the owner, who assured me he was docile & on his way. Good to know. Decided to continue checking things out; only then did I notice all the piles-o-poo & discovered he not only spent quality time grazing the uncut alfalfa, he ate an entire small bale (last year's cutting), a bucket of cubes & helped himself to one of the licks. Bad call! Owner came out, we got him loaded & he's now in a small corral so they can keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't bloat (his diet consists of prairie hay/native grass) and his next stop is the Sale Barn - they can't keep him in. Note to self: be aware of your surroundings!