Supposedly it was a sold out tour, fairly apparent considering not a single seat was available on the bus!
At one point we happened to come across a field FULL TO THE BRIM with cows, and so I pleaded the bus driver to stop so we could take it all in.
We disembarked and took our places at the field fence, taking in the view of cow after cow.
I wondered to myself how it was so easy for folk to distinguish between cow and bull so readily, and so voiced my frustrations to the farmer close by.
“Excuse me sir, I’ve looked at your cattle and can’t for the life of me pick out a feature to help tell me the sex!!!!”
The farmer looked at me for a brief moment, painted with concern before asking,
“What about the udders…?”
I shook my head and frowned, and with mounting uncertainty replied,
“Not sure, you’d have to ask them!”
