My new neighbour
By Primal Sneeze ~ May 30th, 2008. Filed under: Farming, Photgraphs.
This is Seán. Seán Tarbh. (Click to biggify). I’ve known him a few years now, but it is only recently that he moved in beside me.
We’re great pals. Sort of. Well I’m nice to him so doesn’t get nasty with me. That sort of way. The last time he got nasty a wall was knocked and I needed a change of underwear.
For the agriculturally-knowledgeable reading this, yes, I know he should be sporting a second ear-tag. The farmer and I tried to persuade him to accept the extra jewellery about this time last year. A wall was knocked and I needed a change of underwear. [Image © PrimalSneeze.com by the way. Update: Image © Seán Tarbh. Happy now, ya big bully?]
He’s happy in his new surroundings. And why wouldn’t he be with a herd of females to pander to his needs? I hope they stay with him. He gets quite upset when separated from his lady friends. The last time that happened a wall was knocked and I needed a change of underwear.
By now, you’ve come to realise there is no point to this post. Seán just wanted his picture on the Internet and what Seán wants, he gets.
Right so. That’s me done. Let the “bull” gags commence.
There’s no way I’m clicking to biggify that thing. No way, Pedro.
I wonder what he looks like to a lady cow. George Clooney or Carrot Top?
Sam ~ They take what they get, I suppose.
He looks like there’s a trap door in his chest. Careful never to let him into your yard overnight or you’ll find there’s a bunch of very small Greeks sacking the place in the morning.
Kae ~ Modern Irish legend - The Trojan Tarbh.
What a load a Bull!
Grannymar ~ Yep. There’s quite a lot of him right enough.
Isn’t he missing another piece of jewellery? Or is the lack of a ring just a sign that he’s not ready to commit and wants to play the field?
Seán Tarbh? Surely that’s a Tadhg Tarbh.
Nach bhfuil a chuid tarbhsciodar chomh gaelach linne?
The timing! My neighbor down the lane just brought in some frisky heifers. Does Sean have a blog? Perhaps a MySpace? Picture it-Primal and Sugar play cupid. Yet I suppose the distance could put the kibosh on the whole thing. I had a visit with these trollops just yesterday-they are ready to take the bull by the horn-I mean horns.
Person-with-numbers-in-his-name ~ Putting ear tags on was hard enough. You wanna try a ring?
Aonghus ~ Ha! Ha! Maith thú. Tá Tadhg Tarbh níos fearr ar fad, ar fad.
Sugar ~ Don’t mention a blog to him! If he finds out about them he’ll have me uploading posts for him every day of the week.
Send pictures of the heifers and I’ll let you know what he thinks.
Hope you’ve bought some extra underwear.
The bullocks have moved to the field that adjoins the bottom of our garden, so I sometimes get to see them when I take out the compost. They’re a handsome lot and not quite so intimidating as your pal there.
Ann ~ Extra klax. Damn it - I knew I forgot something.
You don’t think Seán (or Tadhg as Aonghus suggests he be called) handsome?
Eep it’s the descendent of the Bull of Cooley. But bloody bugger, I wouldn’t be insisting on more ear tags either, not with a tranquiliser dart and high velocity rifle to shoot it with.
Táin Bó Phrimal?
Let’s hope Tadhg doesn’t spot a rival so, and go on a rampage around Ireland dropping bits off here and there. Although if we could drive him towards Dingle Dangley Hoose it might solve the name problem. Áth Magairlí, maybe?
FMC ~ Yep. A special wide crush was built for him. Used once. Knows what it is now and flatly refuses to go in. Getting close to the tranquilliser gun jobby.
Aonghus ~ I giggled at Dingle Dangley Hoose and Áth Magairlí at first, but having used the term crush to FMC above, I’m wincing now. Big time.
Don’t tease him!