Birds, Bees and Bulls
August 20, 2011
Last Monday, I believe it was, Ellen and I were walking down over the ridge to get the 4-wheeler from where hubby leaves it after his round-up. As is usual, the bull was standing there in the trees, a ways behind the milk barn. (He follows the herd up the hill and then stands there while hubby shuts the gate on him. He later decides he wants to join the cows and pushes the gate down to get to them. But that is a different story.)
Ellen has seen the bull numerous times. We have had many discussions about how cows have udders and give milk, but she’d never really thought about what the bull is for…until that night.
As we were walking by she suddenly asked; “Mommy, what does the bull do?”
Trying to keep it light and unthreatening (to myself, not to her) I replied: “He eats grass and sleeps all day.”
“No, Mom,” Ellen wasn’t satisfied. “What does he DO?”
GULP
Weeeelllll…
I jumped in with both feet and just gave her the truth, since she obvio...