A couple weeks ago, we welcomed some additions to the farm. Blog, meet Ferdinand the Bull (Part I).
Actually, there are three bulls, and while none of them actually have names, I have a dismaying tendency to name everything I come across. Sylvester the Toyota Echo. Sneaky the Cow. Trevor the Laptop. And Ferdinand the Bull, Parts I, II, and III.
The bulls are actually all just a year old, and when they arrived, they were virgins. (Not the case anymore.) The way I understand it, bulls tend to become more aggressive as they get older, but are still pretty tractable and nice when they're young.
I don't know if it's the breed (Jersey) or just because they're still young, but the Ferdinands look pretty similar to the cows. They're all de-horned, aren't any bigger than the cows, and (at least to my untrained eye) don't look as though they're built differently.
They do, however, have wrinklier foreheads. And testicles.
At any rate, the Ferdinands will be around for another month or three, before being sold off to another farmer to perform the same services.
Three bulls. Fifty-five cows. The Ferdinands sure do have it tough.