like father like son

This bull must be named Ferdinand... he is so gentle with the little ones born in the pasture behind our home.

My girls disagree. They have nicknamed him Thanksgiving. I'm not sure if it's the coloring on him or if he showed up in the fall. My girls have named the cattle behind us- tags in ears and all- which tickles our neighbor so much! He would rather call them T-Bone, Prime Rib, Sloppy Joe... yea...