"There's a bull running with my cows, just so you know" he said.
"Angus," he answered.
"Well, it could be worse," I told him.
I said this because in the old days, Angus bulls were known to sire calves that were smaller that some breeds, so they were safer to breed to heifers. That isn't so universally true these days, but I could hope. Because, you see, Crystal was only 11 months old at the time, which is really too young for breeding.
The next day we got home from church to find Crystal at home in the lot. The grandson and a friend had gone on a search, found her with Steve's cows, and gotten her back home. A couple weeks later the grandson and Cliff did a lot of fence-mending (not that there is any ordinary fence that would stand up to the attraction between a bull and a lascivious cow).
I have never been able to catch Crystal in heat since that time. So in all likelihood, she will be having a calf during the last half of July... let's hope she survives calving. I sometimes just thank God I only play at farming instead of trying to make a living at it.