Your Walking Down a Trail and. . . .

. . . .you hear a cowbell. . . .then a steer comes charging around the corner. What's the first thought that comes to mind?


He's a friendly fellow, Scout the Ox. I was sitting cross-legged in the trail when he trotted up to me and stuck his wet nose on my camera lens. When we walk sometimes he gets taken up with grazing and gets left behind. When he realizes he is alone he comes running to find us.