Bull Dust

Today, Sunday, we are mustering the nine Wagyu bulls. I stay in the safety of the ute as they are hefty and when they fight, it is scary.

Gradually we get one or two locked in and of course they paw the ground and snort and fight as they are not territoriality isolated now and have to establish their pecking order. One of them wants to be first on the truck north. We can’t afford to feed them any more so they are going back.