I am a city girl but I am also a farmer. This tends to end up with me adoring the livestock just like I adore my dog. I know that in November I lose some of our almost 2 year olds. Every year I dread that day. I like steak but I love my animals. My husband is supportive the night before he reminds me to use one of my sleeping pills and I do and the butcher comes at 7am. I sleep through it every year. I can't be there. My husband says with time I will get used to it. But I don't know about that. See my husband goes to feed the cows he knocks out the Hay pats one on the head and he's on his way. I go see the cows and I have to greet each of them. Two of them come running. I have to make sure I stay where they won't crush me if the both hug and rub their heads and necks against me at the same time. I love my babies. I bring them apples and pumpkins. They each have such great individual personalities I highly suggest you get to know a cow or two. Just don't stand between them and the fence so they don't crush you. I Love my Moosers. Hugs and blessings,Tuff
