Sunday, 27 September 2009

Up the road, afternoon.

The Limousin bull, who is often in the field below our house, has been moved near the top of the hill. He lies in the grass like a fallen megalith.


The Crow said...

I'd like to christen him Ferdinand. Suppose he'd object, being a French bull, and all?


Lucy said...

I don't suppose so!

I'll post some pictures of him sometime at the other place.