I had a roommate in college who asked me what the difference between a bull and a steer was.
Well, I guess I'm as clueless as your roommate. I'd always thought that they were interchangeable names for male bovines.
A bull is intact. A steer is not
Thank you. However, I stand my assertion that "any adult should know this" is not necessarily valid in this case. Farm-people ought to realize that what is common-knowledge for rural people is not the same for more urban people.
Does it make me a horrible person that I have occasionally had fun with this
? I was raised on a farm. My DH was not. Hilarity sometimes ensues.
Like the time, years ago, when I was dating
now-DH. We were on our way out to visit my parents (who still live on the farm). Warm day, no working air conditioning in the car, so windows down. So we're driving along, and I look over to realized that DH was pulling some truly amazing "smell BAD" faces. I took a couple of sniffs, said, "Oh, turkey barn" and kept driving.
The look DH gave me when he realized that a) I hadn't consciously noticed it until then and b) I could identify the species producing the...um...waste product...by smell...well, let's just say that expression qualifies as "priceless." But to me, it was such a normal part of the environment growing up, my brain just automatically identified the smell, categorized it as something I didn't need to worry about, and moved on without ever truly getting to the conscious level of awareness.