When my husband (Dean) was living, he had two loves: Boy and his longhorns. He got his first two bulls from a friend who maintains a herd of them here and one in Tennessee. He's the same eccentric, mountain-man friend of the Muffler Morgue post. The two babies, whom Dean christened "Tom and Jerry", were sickly little critters. Dean had them delivered to our vet, Tom Moscatelli, who kept them for weeks while he nursed them back to health and turned them into steers.
One of my favorite writers and photographers on the web just got Freshly Pressed. If you do not know the wonderful George Weaver, you are overdue to check her out.