Sunday morning at about 10am, Alan and I were sitting at the table enjoying a late breakfast. Farm fresh eggs sunny side up and toast, mmm! That was when Alan saw something odd looking through the trees, walking along the fence IN one of our pastures. As it passed by an open area in the trees, Alan could see it was something brown. And white. And HUGE....
I will never forget the look on Alan's face when he realized that what he was seeing in our pasture was our neighbor's longhorn bull. (From now on I will refer to the longhorn bull as The Beast, although I'm sure he has a real name ... and I think it's something like Khann. But I like The Beast much better.)
Alan was out of his chair and out the door faster than FAST! I am pretty sure he had several things in mind immediately... where are OUR cattle if our fence is now down, did something happen to our bull Beavis (bulls don't like other bulls in their territory), are our girls OK, and how on EARTH are we going to get The Beast out of our pasture!?
Knowing we would need to get the neighbor over to our place ASAP, my first thought was, 'oh dear, I need to find a bra!'
I can't recall the entire sequence of events, but I do know this.... we moved quickly. Alan drove up to the neighbors place only to find them not at home. Although he was greeted by about 23 friendly chickens looking for handouts.
Alan found where The Beast walked his way right over our fence into our pasture, laying the fence down in the process (thankfully it sprung back up enough to keep our cattle IN. I left several messages for the neighbors, hoping they would get back to us quickly. Thankfully, they did! They were on their way home, about 20 minutes away.
Meanwhile, Alan prepared an area for the neighbor's truck and trailer. They thought they might just load him up and drive him home. That plan was quickly discarded when the neighbor realized that loading his bull from our pasture without any loading chutes might be more of a challenge than he needed. New plan: get The Beast OUT of our pasture and chase him home either on foot, or with the truck. After lots of chasing and herding and whistling and arm waving, we got The Beast separated from our herd, and on his way towards home where he is spending several days (hopefully more) in barnyard "lockdown".
Not a super quality photo, but I have to show you the size difference and give you an idea as to why we call him The Beast. In the front is Chick, an adult Dexter cow (she's almost 3 years old). (She is Houdini's mama.) Look at the SIZE of The Beast next to her... I didn't take time to measure, but if I were to guess, I would say that the width of his horns from tip to tip is between 4'-5'. Maybe more.
It's no wonder Houdini looked at The Beast with eyes as big as saucers ... "you're the biggest thing I have ever seen..."
Unfortunately, Beavis was injured by The Beast prior to us evening knowing The Beast was in the pasture. We're guessing Beavis didn't really like that The Beast had crossed into his territory, they had a lock-horn moment and since The Beast weighs at least 2x (probably more) than what Beavis weighs, Beavis lost. Beavis can walk, though he really favors his left hind quarter. Not good.
None of the other animals that were in the same pasture were injured - just Beavis. But we are concerned about Chick, who was clearly in cycle when this all happened. It is probably unlikely because of her size that The Beast could have done anything with her, but we can't take chances on her possibly carrying one of his babies to term. We won't risk it because the size of the baby would likely be too big for her, and that would be disasterous. Thankfully, there's a shot we can give her to avoid development.
So... just another adventure on the farm.
Didn't I just say last week that farm life is not always rosy...?

Love the story - some of those big bulls can be scary!
Posted by: Cattle Crushes Australia | October 26, 2009 at 05:37 AM
Growing up with cattle in Northern New Mexico, we had a very friendly bull named Ben. He like to be petted and always wanted to know what everyone was doing. He liked to play jokes, too--he would sneak up behind the adult who was digging the ditches to irrigate. He had wide horns, also, although he was not as big as the Beast. Ben would put his head under the human and lift him or her over the ditch on his head. After gently setting the person back down, he would walk off snorting. I think that's bull-talk for laughter.
However, if he smelled a cow in season, no fence could keep him in. I mean really, look at that bull, there are "bull"dozers that are smaller. Maybe that's why they're called bulldozers?
Ben was always happy to come home after he'd paid his respects to his intended sweetheart. But you couldn't stop him from going.
Posted by: Frances | September 06, 2009 at 10:45 PM
dern that thing is a MONSTER!! WOW!! Hope Beavis is ok and no other damage was done.
Posted by: Karen (stampin3) | September 05, 2009 at 08:58 PM
Why aren't the necessities of life ever where you need them when you need them? For example, a strong fence in an upright position, a neighbor who is at home when their bull breaks through the fence, a big mean bull of your own to scare The Beast back to his own pasture, and certain articles of clothing that are NEEDED when they're NEEDED. :) Hope everyone and everything is okay.
Posted by: Shellie Daniel | September 03, 2009 at 10:11 PM
Oh MY! I'm so sorry Beavis was injured - how terrible!!! I hope your neighbors will take more care in the future - that guy is HUGE!!!!
I did giggle a moment when you mentioned finding under-pinnings (my word) while your DH ran into the yard to begin working on the problem!
I do agree, farm life is probably more fraught with difficulties than I can handle - but none-the-less I DO love your photos of everything (partly because I love the animals - mostly because I love your photos!)
Posted by: Sharli | September 03, 2009 at 06:49 AM
I ROFLMAO with this story till I read about poor Beavis. Keep us posted on him, please. Hope your neighbors have good insurance to pay for loss of possibilities with Chick and the injury to poor Beavis.
Can totally relate to bra thing, too. If I'm in the house and not going anywhere, bra is offfffff! Minute I come in the house, off it goes. LOL To heck with Cooper's Droop! Bras are not UNcomfortable, it is just more comfortable without them.
Posted by: kathynruss | September 03, 2009 at 06:43 AM
What an enormous bull. I am so scared of them. I grew up on a farm and my dad always told us don't go near those bulls. This is such a great picture of him. His horns are as long as my arm..Yikes. Run and hide Anna...
Posted by: Dawn B. | September 03, 2009 at 06:21 AM
HOLLY COW !! The *Beast* is certainly a very fitting name :0) I'm sending loads of hugs and well-wishes for Beavis and Chick ~ I hope they are doing better by the time you read this late post.
You had me LOL in reading the 'bra comment' ... that would be the same for me, except I'd probably also be looking for some underwear too =) Heheheheee
xxoo
Posted by: Robb_eeie | September 02, 2009 at 07:48 PM
HOLY COW! Do you guys ever think about getting out of Dodge?!! 8)
Poor Beavis - you guys have really taken some knocks lately. Only good luck on the horizon for you now ... you've used up all your bad luck for 2009!
Glad you see you are keeping your wonderful sense of humor - love how you tell a story Anna....!!
Posted by: Carla | September 02, 2009 at 06:35 PM
What an adventurous summer you are having Anna!! Hang in there!
Take care and STAY POSITIVE!
p.s. I could feel you on the bra thought Sister!!
Posted by: Trena in Naperville | September 02, 2009 at 11:55 AM
I didn't realize that life on the farm could be as exciting as the Police Gazette! Hope Beavis is OK.
Posted by: Bernice | September 02, 2009 at 10:54 AM
I meant to add that I hope Beavis completely recovers without any serious lingering, problems.
Posted by: Laurie in MN | September 02, 2009 at 10:07 AM
The Beast is a beautiful animal. I didn't think anyone could safely get so close to a bull without risking their life.
Perhaps The Beast was jealous and wanted camera time?
Posted by: Laurie in MN | September 02, 2009 at 10:05 AM
Holy wow! How did he get so big? And where does a beast that size find a...ahem...soulmate? I hope Beavis is okay and everything turns out fine. I enjoyed this story with my morning coffee. Thanks, Anna!
Posted by: Leslie Miller | September 02, 2009 at 07:52 AM
OMG if I saw something that big in my yard I would be running in the other direction! That is the biggest cow ever and I think you named him appropriately. I would be interested to know what your neighbors named his though...
Posted by: Col | September 02, 2009 at 06:34 AM
Hope Beavis is feeling better real soon! Well, look at the bright side - at least life is never dull on the farm!
Posted by: Erika M | September 02, 2009 at 02:55 AM
Oh Anna I am so sorry! I hope that Beavis will recover. Does this mean you will loose a year if Chick needs the drug? Major bummer!
Man that is one big guy!
Posted by: Martha | September 01, 2009 at 10:50 PM
OMG! Talk about your "busty" days...hope you found your bra!
Posted by: Danielle | September 01, 2009 at 08:05 PM
Definitely makes for quite the adventure! Guess you're going to have to invest in stiffer fences on that side of the farm! YIKES! Hope you were able to find a bra ROFLMAO!
Posted by: Anne S | September 01, 2009 at 05:20 PM
Holy Hannah that's one big bull! You and Alan are never at a loss for activity on the farm are you? So...did you find a bra? teehee! Hoping that Bevis is on the mend.
Posted by: Tami McBeain | September 01, 2009 at 04:02 PM
Wow! Never a dull moment, huh?! I hope Beavis is doing better son!
~Lacey
Posted by: Lacey | September 01, 2009 at 03:43 PM
After some soal searching, I have no comment about the "wardrobe malfunction" and figure that the anxiety would be relieved after the vet. bill is paid and the Ole Beast Burger is in the freezer. There is no telling how long it will take for Bevis to seriously start thinkin about "tap dancing" and I think the Beast would look lovely stapled to nice couch and an arm chair here at old hacienda!......... Love, Dad
Posted by: DK Wight | September 01, 2009 at 01:55 PM
Anna,
that was an exciting adventure... I was reading it and I could feel my heart beat faster and faster.. I could imagine all the chaos going 'round the farm. Keep us updated with Beavis.
Posted by: Angie | September 01, 2009 at 10:58 AM
Oh my!!!! What a HUGE difference in size!!!! WOW!!!! I knew the Dexters were on the smaller size but WOW!!!!! I hope that Beavis has a quick recovery (poor guy, just trying to protect his claim and his girls). Yikes, you aren't kidding when you say never a dull moment......
Posted by: Meredith | September 01, 2009 at 10:47 AM
Oh my gosh, he would crush little Chick.....and my thought was when she saw him she said "and you want to do what with what....oh no !!!!"
When i was young and at my Grandparents, that happened alot! And you can hear two bulls talking, across fences and pawing the dirt and carrying on! Hope Beavis will be ok!! How is Maggie??
Posted by: Carla | September 01, 2009 at 10:46 AM
I laughed out loud at your bra comment! You're precious, Anna!
Posted by: Tricia | September 01, 2009 at 10:46 AM
I was just thinking about Betty this morning as I passed my neighbor's goats. I hope she is doing much better. Sorry to hear about Bevis now! Everyday is an adventure on the farm! Wouldn't trade a day of it for anything myself. Hugs! ~ Cindy
Posted by: Cindy Robertson | September 01, 2009 at 10:39 AM
Anna, What ever happened to normal days, lol
I am glad that your bull will be ok, and sorry that another crazy animal got into your farm yard.
Let us know how your goat is doing, still worried about her.
Hope things quiet down for you..
Posted by: Sally | September 01, 2009 at 10:23 AM
He's gianormus!!!! Houdini's mom looks like a munchkin there beside him. I hope Beavis will be mend quickly. P.S. Did you ever find a bra in all that commotion?
Posted by: Donna Wilson | September 01, 2009 at 10:14 AM
Now I see why you call him the Beast. Hope everything is ok with Beavis.
I have to say, I busted out laughing reading about the "bra" concern.
Still saying prayers for Boxcar Betty.
TFS
Posted by: Donna A. | September 01, 2009 at 09:45 AM
Holy cow (or should I say bull :) He definitely earned the name The Beast. That's wild!!! Hope Beavis feels better soon!
Posted by: Kimberly O'Rosky | September 01, 2009 at 09:00 AM
When I was a kid, we fixed fence for my uncle -- he just kept Herefords, though, a sort of nice and smallish cow. It is irritating to have the neighbors livestock breech your fence!
Still, I kind of like to think about these longhorns, and trailing them all the way from Texas to Montana. Hearty old beasts.
Posted by: Ann | September 01, 2009 at 08:29 AM
Well Anna, At leasst your life is never boring
Posted by: Kathy Archer | September 01, 2009 at 08:10 AM
Holy cow!! He IS a beast!! I hope Beavis is feeling better soon. Good thing you guys acted quickly. I'm glad the beast was able to get home without further incident.
Posted by: Novell | September 01, 2009 at 07:32 AM
Yikes! I'll take my red fox sighting over your beast encounter any day! And that'll teach us to put on our bras first thing in the morning, lol. Last spring when there was a fire in our neighborhood, I ran out with just a jacket on over my braless chest, rather than risk losing some good photographs :)
Posted by: Cheryl R | September 01, 2009 at 07:28 AM
Wow.....never a dull moment....
Posted by: Michelle | September 01, 2009 at 07:06 AM
LOL ... I guess I would have gone with out, just hurry to get the Beast back where he belongs. Poor Beavus. I guess he isn't used to not being top *dog* Bull in the field. I know just how big Beast/Khann is after my own experiance with a longhon bull. They are BIG ! Geez, I hope things settle down for you all soon. Have a terrific Tuesday ...hugs...
Posted by: Carol Dee | September 01, 2009 at 06:32 AM
LOL...oh my...Beast for sure! the joys of farm life!
Posted by: DawnL | September 01, 2009 at 06:13 AM
I hope everything is ok with Beavis. What a shocker to see that "Beast" strolling around.
On a funnier note, shhhh I am at work, but I busted out laughing reading about the "bra" concern. My thoughts would of been the same. I enjoy your art work and love your writing.
Thanks for sharing,
Dianne K
Posted by: Dianne K | September 01, 2009 at 05:38 AM
My life is just full of kid stuff and one crazy fence jumping cattle dog. I don't have anything like this going on. I am entertained by your life though. You can decide if that is a good or a bad thing. I am sorry the Beast came to visit and I hope Chick is okay.
Posted by: Judy Workman | September 01, 2009 at 05:28 AM
OMW Anna! What a terrible ordeal, particularly that injuries were sustained. I guess the operative question is, whose fence was it that the Beast knocked down? It is it time to electrify that fence? Are the neighbors going to pony up for the vet bills? I'm very sorry to hear about all this.
Posted by: Gabriela | September 01, 2009 at 04:26 AM
Glad to hear The Beast is back home and I hope that Beavis has a quick recovery!
Posted by: Beth M | September 01, 2009 at 03:54 AM
Wow Anna - what a story! I'm cracking up though at needing to find a bra!!!
Posted by: Jami Sibley | September 01, 2009 at 12:36 AM
OMGOSH, THAT WOULD HAVE BROKEN HER POOR LITTLE BACK! ACK!
SURE HOPE ALL IS WELL NOW. NEVER A DULL MOMENT ON THE FARM, HUH??!! TAKE CARE :D
Posted by: diane mcvey | August 31, 2009 at 10:17 PM
Whoa, he's HUGE! I hope Beavis will be ok and happy that no one else was injured. Never a dull moment on the homestead for you and Alan!
Posted by: Dotty | August 31, 2009 at 10:06 PM