Bullocks are juvenile male cattle which are deliberately stationed in fields to stop pensioners enjoying a peaceful walk in the countryside.
To negotiate their presence, the recommended procedure is to stand still, with your arms outstretched, and remain in this position until they lose interest and the bullocks return to grazing.
Unfortunately, this never works, for three main reasons.
They may mistake you for a cormorant, drying its wings, and stampede all over you in the mistaken belief that they’re threatened by a sudden surge in sea levels.
They may mistake you for an airport flight line marshaller about to land a Boeing 747 on them and stampede all over you trying to get out of the way.
They may mistake you for the Angel of the North and become disturbed at the thought of being near Gateshead and stampede all over you trying to get back to Devon.