The marsh cattle are in the forefront of my mind at the moment with the balsam beginning to show, and they being my main weapon of attack; they are also very loyal and effective volunteers.
Walking past North Pond yesterday evening, I saw the bull at the gate looking rather bored and depressed. He might be a bull, but he is certainly not boss of the marsh herd; they are tough cookies. I think he might have been told to mind his manners by Boss Cow.
He perked up when he saw me approach, and began dancing and bucking his head in a display of dominance. I opened the gate and he continued messing about, so I slapped his nose and he backed away. However, he wasn’t going to bow to me just yet and he tried his luck again as I photographed the cows. I could hear him behind me. They say you should never turn your back on a bull, and this is true, so when I heard him snorting and running towards me, I turned and slapped his nose harder This did the trick and he retired, beaten, to sulk at the gate. He’s a fine-looking beast, though!
Don’t go in a field where there is a bull, is my advice!