Readers of this blog almost exactly a year ago might
remember me making a post about being charged by a bull in the field at the
back of the house. It stopped when I held up both hands and said ‘whoa!’
I was just talking to the farmer’s son, and he told me how
the same animal had charged the tractor the same day (it was the day he was
trimming my hedge, which was why I was in the field paying him his money.) They
realised it had become wild and dangerous, he said, and needed to be put down. They shot
it in the field the same night.
Sad for the animal, I know, and I do feel sad for it, but it
seems I might have had a narrow escape.
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