She was looking at the beef steers when she said, “I love the cute tufts of hair on their bellies.”
I looked at her, disbelieving. “That’s their penis”, I said.
“Really?” she said. “What, up there?” She paused. “I though it was just a cute tuft of hair on their belly button.”
That’s the conversation that comes back to me as I admire this bull at RSPB Lodmoor:
Things which are strange: people, memories and bulls.