As I traversed my local landscape Sunday, where Virginia Black Angus cattle usually speckle farmland vistas, I spotted what appeared to be hay with horns—and not just any horns. Upon closer examination, fortunately with a board fence between us, the hay-with-horns revealed a massive hulk of bull. No bull!
Following further investigation, I learned that this and others in the same pasture are rodeo broncs on vacation. Lord knows, I could never throw a leg over one of these monsters—not for any amount of money nor the size of the belt buckle.
Where am I anyway? On my way home this afternoon, I spied a field filled with long horn cattle! I must do a drive by again, this time with my camera, as I think that I have wound up in Kansas or Oklahoma or Nebraska! OMG!
Times they are a changin’!
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