Ah, Sweet Mystery of Life

‘I’m surprised Rummins said yes to lending you his bull,’ Claud said. ‘I’ve never known him do that before.’

At the bottom of the lane we crossed the Aylesbury road and climbed up the hill on the other side of the valley towards the farm. The cow knew there was a bull up there somewhere and she was pulling harder than ever on the rope. We had to trot to keep up with her.

There were no gates at the farm entrance, just a wide gap and a cobbled yard beyond. Rummins, carrying a

pail of milk across the yard, saw us coming. He set the pail down slowly and came over to meet us. ‘She’s ready then, is she?’ he said.

‘Been yelling her head off,’ I said.

Rummins walked around my cow, examining her carefully. He was a short man, built squat and broad like a frog. He had a wide frog mouth and broken teeth and shifty eyes, but over the years I had grown to respect him for his wisdom and the sharpness of his mind.

‘All right then,’ he said. ‘What is it you want, a heifer calf or a bull?’

‘Can I choose?’

‘Of course you can choose.’

‘Then I’ll have a heifer,’ I said, keeping a straight face. ‘We want milk not beef.’

‘Hey, Bert!’ Rummins called out. ‘Come and give us a hand!’

Bert emerged from the cowsheds. He was Rummins’s youngest son, a tall boneless boy with a runny nose and something wrong with one eye. The eye was pale and misty-grey all over, like a boiled fish eye, and it moved quite independently from the other eye. ‘Get another rope,’ Rummins said.

Bert fetched a rope and looped it around my cow’s neck so that she now had two ropes holding her, my own and Bert’s. ‘He wants a heifer,’ Rummins said. ‘Face her into the sun.’

‘Into the sun?’ I said. ‘There isn’t any sun.’

‘There’s always sun,’ Rummins said. ‘Them bloody clouds don’t make no difference. Come on now. Get a jerk on, Bert. Bring her round. Sun’s over there.’

With Bert holding one rope and Claud and me holding the other, we manoeuvred the cow round until her head was facing directly towards the place in the sky where the sun was hidden behind the clouds.

‘I told you it was different,’ Claud whispered. ‘You’re going to see something soon you’ve never seen in your life before.’

‘Hold her steady now!’ Rummins ordered. ‘Don’t let her jump round!’ Then he hurried over to a shed in the far corner of the yard and brought out the bull. He was an enormous beast, a black-and-white Friesian, with short legs and a body like a ten-ton truck. Rummins was

leading it by a chain attached to a steel ring through the bull’s nose.

‘Look at them bangers on him,’ Claud said. ‘I’ll bet you’ve never seen a bull with bangers like that before.’

‘Tremendous,’ I said. They were like a couple of cantaloupe melons in a carrier bag and they were almost dragging on the ground as the bull waddled forward.

‘You better stand back and leave the rope to me,’ Claud said. ‘You get right out of the way.’ I was happy to comply.

The bull approached my cow slowly, staring at her

with dangerous white eyes. Then he started snorting and pawing the ground with one foreleg.

‘Hang on tight!’ Rummins shouted to Bert and Claud. They were leaning back against their respective ropes, holding them very taught and at right angles to the cow.

‘Come on, boy,’ Rummins whispered softly to the bull. ‘Go to it, lad.’

With surprising agility the bull heaved his front part up on to the cow’s back and I caught a glimpse of a long scarlet penis, as thin as a rapier and just as stiff, and then it was inside the cow and the cow staggered and the bull heaved and snorted and in thirty seconds it was all over. The bull climbed down again slowly and stood there looking somewhat pleased with himself.

‘Some bulls don’t know where to put it,’ Rummins said. ‘But mine does. Mine could thread a needle with that dick of his.’

‘Wonderful,’ I said. ‘A bull’s eye.’

‘That’s exactly where the word come from,’ Rummins said. ‘A bull’s eye. Come on, lad,’ he said to the bull. ‘You’ve had your lot for today.’ He led the bull back to the shed and shut him in and when he returned I thanked him, and then I asked him if he really believed that facing the cow into the sun during the mating would produce a female calf.