That is a great picture, and reminds me of the following.
I used to live on a farm that once had belonged to a great uncle of mine. It was on top of tall hill with very little wind protection. The pens were by this time quite rundown and weren't well laid out either. Mostly it was one large yard with the barn on one side of it and in the middle of the corral fence line. There was no good way to get cattle into the barn because of this.
In addition, and because of my great Uncle's extreme frugality, the barn was full of salvaged lumber, stored stuff, etc. It was a fairly old barn that once had been what we call a gambrel, or hip roof, but a tornado had taken that off in the '70's, so the barn roof had been re-built with a simple regular pitched roof. The barn had horse stalls on two sides with open area for traffic in the middle. The horse stalls were wide enough to tie a team of horses in each stall, and were open ended.
Even though the farm was not terribly good for wintering cattle, it actually was fairly ideal for wintering the herd bulls since it was separate from the main farm and the rest of our cattle. There was a large open shed in a small pasture, and the bulls would come up to the main barnyard for feed and water. I also cleaned out the barn somewhat and stacked the lumber, etc. in one end of the barn, and put up steel gates on four of the horse stalls. When a blizzard came I could lock up one bull in one stall with feed from the haymow, and there actually was a water hydrant in the barn too, so water was easy to get. There was, however, no electricity or lights in the barn.
When it stormed, even the open shed wasn't enough shelter, so the bulls weren't difficult to convince to go into the barn. The first time was a little exciting, though.
It was only about 1/2 hour from dusk when I opened the barn door and all four bulls went in, but they weren't used to this barn and so, of course, had not idea that they were supposed to go into a stall. I got two locked into a stall each, but the dominant bull was still loose along with a 2-year old that we had used on heifers. The dominant bull, Sven, did what they normally do, namely stood doing nothing in the middle of the barn and in the way. Octavius (don't remember why we called him this) apparently felt crowded by this and backed up further into the back of the barn where all that stuff was.
Somewhere along the way, my great uncle had occasion to take down a old outdoor toilet. Heaven only knows where it came from, it was a 2 seater, something that I hadn't seen before. Anyway the two hole board top was in the barn and standing on end, with one hole above the other, and leaning against one of the upright beams that were supporting the mow floor. In Octavius's haste to give way to the other bull, he turned around and hooked his right horn exactly through the upper hole of the old toilet seat.
Since the board was unattached, it came away with the bull with absolutely no effort at all which only caused further panic. Meanwhile, the barn door wasn't completely slid shut, so Octavius made his break for freedom past Sven and burst through the small opening out into the snowstorm where he stood, looking a bit bewildered with a double hole toilet seat loosely attached to his head.
It took a while, but eventually the seat fell off, and I managed to get him coaxed into the barn again. It was full dark by the time I got it all done.
Clint, he is a 9A/14Z son I sold as a yearling to make BWF cows. He went thru another owner a couple of years ago and I traded a young bull to get him back. Trich tested him twice and turned him out with 40 two year olds today. Semen was great for a 10 year old bull. This weather is pretty nasty. We just finished AI and ET and would like to get back on dirt work, but not worth cleaning the tracks every night for no more hours that you can get in with the chores and short days.