Michael, my neighbor, rang the doorbell today saying that my other neighbor’s bull has escaped.

There he is.

I need to apologize for the potato quality picture; he was far away and I didn’t really feel like getting up close and personal to a bull I wan’t familiar with.

But, in other news, I met my neighbor Kenny who is this fine fella’s owner!

It really feels so strange to move from Seattle where I’m more likely to find a junkie on my front yard to here where I’m finding livestock. And you know what, I’m liking the change a lot.