Why do I do this?

My poor, poor Annabelle is out there bellowing.

Since ten this morning.

Since Huckleberry left for the butchery.

Poor Huckleberry.

Poor Annabelle.

Poor me.

There is something to be said about eating what you love.

But it hurts.

The litany of positives – this animal was treated well, this animal was fed well.

This animal is not factory food.

Blah, blah, blah…

Huckleberry was difficult for me to have in my tiny barn.

But his bumbling ways added a comic dimension to my farm that I will miss.

Days like today I think I could become a vegetarian.

I do like beans and veggies.

I do not like sending my critters away.

I milked Annabelle after Huckleberry left.

Mid-milking tears streamed silently, Annabelle mooed softly.

Then she turned around and nuzzled my head and licked my coat.

Forgiveness?  or Commiseration?

She will need extra care and attention now that her herd-mate is gone.

Cows are not loners.

Horses and Chickens are no substitute for bovine company.

Especially not Dizzy, That Naughty Little Mini-Horse who loves to torment her.

Why-ever do I do what I do?

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2 thoughts on “Why do I do this?

  1. Hi! Thanks for following by blog. And thanks for this blog post. I have often wondered what it would be like to bring one of your animals for slaughter. When my husband and I talk about having live stock for meat we always start to reconsider when we think about the inevitable moment when someone goes to the slaughter house but Its an important part of the process. I appreciate your honesty and reality in this post.

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