After Barry the bull had his rush of testosterone and started being too dangerous it was time for him to go. We were all happy to have a break, but there was still the problem of getting the cows in calf (otherwise no milk!). It just so happened that the neighbour has some highland cows (pronounce heelin’ coo with a scottish accent), including a bull. We asked him if we could borrow him, to which he replied we could have him (he wanted to get rid of him). now this is possibly an unwise move, and those of you who know about cows and bulls are probably thinking that we haven’t learned our lesson yet, but he is 3 years old already (the usual age where bulls can start getting dangerous) and rather mellow. He is not too familiar with us humans and will run away if we get too close or threaten him mildly). So yes, we decided to give it a try and this is how we ended up with another bull a mere month after saying au revoir to his predecessor.
He looks like a teddy bear and goes by the scottish name of Robbie. He is not the most stunning highland bull (his feet are terrible), has a broken horn end and compared to our two girls (especially Choupette) he is rather short. This last point might turn out to be a problem (a you can judge by the photo below), as I should find out next week when Choupette is due to be cycling again.
Go Robbie, Go!
pioupioukids 
ahaha ! J’aime cette ferme!