They know where the hole in the fence is

This photo has nothing to do with my journal today. I needed a pic.
The bull is dead.
S-I-L found him yesterday, lying down like he was resting, with his front legs tucked under him. Dead. No signs of a struggle or gun shot. Hubby says probably heart attack. He's seen it before. He was young, 3 years old. Sad thing, I will miss him. Hubby and s-i-l buried him today.
Large deer.