When you fall in love with your cows it is not good. 
When an old girl gets "that look" you know in your heart that she should go, she should leave the premises, donate herself to the leather couch industry, to Sirloin Stockade or to Jello. One loses clear sight when they fall in love. Just like squeezing a little more out of the toothpaste, we do the same, "Oh, hubby....she can have ONE MORE BABY". "I know she had teeth in 1998, surely she'll make it through another winter", "Don't you think we could put her on wheat pasture?" I am eating those words twice daily as I make a bottle for her baby, of which she did not care for adequately. Love stops here old girl, feed 'em or leave!
Starvin' Marvin here is residing currently in the dog pen. Mort doesn't appreciate the inconvience.
I feel your pain completely! We really try not to be "attached" to any of our animals. You reproduce successfully, and that means bein' a good mama to your baby, or you don't live here anymore :)! Good luck with starvin' Marvin! Looks all too familiar!
ReplyDeleteThis is what the HSUS need to hear, ranchers and farmers really take care of and care for their livestock. Linda
ReplyDeleteMy 87 year old grandma (she's 90 now) had two bottle babies at the same time. And then, she was done with it. Forever she says. Then again, she still walks out every day and monitors the little herd.
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