The Longhorn and the Bunny (another animal story)
Among my cattle are some Texas Longhorns. While not a grand commercial success compared to other breeds, they are gentle and curious (do not mistake my description of gentle as an invitation for inexperienced people to wander about in a pen full of them, they have huge horns and can hurt you by accident).
I was in a pasture among my herd working on some brush clearing, a nearly continuous need here. I had a pile of branches I had pushed over some long while before that I was moving over to combine with some newer I had just removed. In this brush pile a mother rabbit had parked one of her babies, who was now out in the open by himself, and knew not what to do.
One heifer, whom I call Blanco (she is white, another imaginative name) saw this small bunny and came over to sniff at it to figure out what it was. Cattle are exclusively vegetarians, so she wasn’t looking for a meal. The poor bunny was frozen in place, and finally as the young cow got close she hopped a few feet away.
Undetered, Blanco moved closer to sniff… the bunny hopped. The cycle repeated down the hill until the bunny got close enough to the edge of the pasture that it saw where some more brush was, and it scurried into the brush. While the young rabbit was undoubtedly terribly frightened at being chased by a huge animal many times its size, the look of puzzlement on the cow as this thing hopped away again and again was amusing.