 And so I'm like, okay, that's weird. He's in front. The cows are behind him. Whatever. So I wait until the last cow leaves, and then I'm going to get up and try and skirt around and get in front. As I stand up and look in the rhododendrons, there's a bull standing there staring at me. And he must have been watching me the whole time as I'm kind of just hunched down there waiting and waiting. And I'm like, you know, doing the whole why the coyote with the knife in one hand and the fork in the other. And I'm just like, oh, yeah. I get the move, and he's just standing there.