Apparently Not a Daisy...

We may have acquired a pet bull (not Pit Bull, but pet bull)  ...or dinner for the next two years...

Max found a young bull wondering around without any collar, I mean, brand, or ear tags on it.  He got a neighbor to help him look for the owner and also worked with the Deputy Sheriff here in town to find the owner, but it appears that no one has claimed him yet because we still see him every day across the street in our down-the-country-road neighbor's pasture mingling with their cows.  He's kinda cute...he looks like an adolescent bull with two short horns and not nearly as big as some other, more mature bulls I've seen around here that have the wide faces and mean looks.

Today when the kids and I were on our way to Bible Study and then again on the way to swim lessons and soccer practice (Tuesdays are busy!), we slowed down when we passed him to say hi and talked about what we would name him.  In an effort to keep the kids from getting attached to him as a possible long-term pet I said we should name him "Beef" or "Beefy", JB suggested "Biff" (which kind of amused me because he's never seen "Back To The Future"), and Gloria in her innocence kept insisting on naming him "Horny".  I just remained silent on that one 'cause I didn't know how to explain to a 5-year-old why that name might be fitting, but not appropriate.

In our own yard, a tractor in which Benaiah got to ride (along with Gloria and JB)...Heaven on earth for this little boy...

                                    Tractors and airplanes...half of what this part of Oklahoma is all about!

In conclusion: Living in the countryside of Oklahoma sure has been fun, an adventure, educational, hard work, and rewarding getting to know our country neighbors, who are such a blessing.  They've set us up with cow pee- and-pooed-on cotton burrs for fertilizer, cow-peed hay for mulch, and tractor-bucket fulls of good Oklahoma dirt for our garden. For some reason, in Boston, where I grew up, this was not typical...

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