She didn't stand a chance with these two bully boys.
Incidentally my bovine breed knowledge is a load of bulls. Husband tells me the bulls are short-horn crosses with not a Charolais in sight.
Shortly after I'd taken this photo and walked on, George disappeared into the bushes. All I could hear was rustling and I feared he'd sniffed out the cow food and was on the trail. I had visions of him being charged by a ferocious - and very long-horned - bull.
Hm, that bull resembles Vampire Sheep.