Natural causes or did the slaughter truck show up? My parents always made sure I was away when the man with the gun showed up on the farm . . .
Oh that sweet face!
Time for slaughter. This was a sweet little fuzzy-headed cow I met while on Thanksgiving holiday in Lincoln, NE at a farm of some friends.
i'll never eat beef again.
:-( So sad. Such a sweet little thing.
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