What a Load of Bull

Last evening a bull from our neighbour's farm went walk-about and wound up in our garden.  So we had this old fella roaming around most of the night.  I suspect he may have broken the gate hook but I doubt it.  A bull normally stops at gates (we hope).  During the night he knocked over the birdbath, loudly.  The sound reverberated around the valley.  Sometime this morning he was fetched and taken home.  He has left us a few gooey trophies from his visit so navigating the garden at night will not be without its hazards.  Prairy Oysters they are called.

Maybe it is time to put up a sign notifying the public, "The farmer allows hikers to cross his land for free, but the bull charges".

Speaking of signs, I made a little sign for our front gate.  "Rob & Liz Stayt" printed on a4 paper and cut to size to fit the board, glued on and then varnished over.  So far the frost and rain have not worn it out!