A few weeks back, head down, about to cut a corner on a back country road, giving it some beans, looked up, realised there was a large pot hole, so prepared to bunny hop it on my cx bike, looked down looked back up – bloody great ox stood there. Skid to a hault, just touched it with my front tire, it took off, attached to a rope that was attached to a tree at roughly my neck height, with me pushing backwards as quickly as possible as the ox calmed down.
It must have been hidden in the bushes before, as it certainly wasn’t there when I first looked up. Got a photo of it, to show the little one.