When I drive in to town, twelve miles east of where we are staying, I see this red barn. There is just something about this barn I love. Maybe it's the surroundings, or maybeit's one of the residents. This guy wasn't happy with my presence. Too bad you couldn't hear the very loud grunt that accompanied the look.
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Is he the only bovine there? He must be lonely.
nope he is one of two bulls and many gals in the pasture.
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