I'm sitting on the stoop watching the calves frolic in the meadow across the road. It's a sight to see.
The neighbour brings over about a dozen cow-calf pairs in the spring. None of them know, yet, that things will end badly for them. Yup, sooner or later, they're gonna be the burger patties on my Big Mac.
But in the meantime, they've got a great quality of life!
Fresh air and sunshine and green grass all day long... and room to romp!
It'll end sooner for the calves, or most of them at least. They'll probably end up in a feedlot at the end of the season. That'll be the end of the fresh air and sunshine. They'll spend a couple months standing in front of a feed trough, getting fatted up before their trip to the abattoir.
The mama cows generally fare a little better. They can stretch their tenure to a good decade and a half so long as they reliably drop a calf or two every spring. When they can't, they're on their way to Big Mac City too.
But today, as of right now, it's a pleasure to see them enjoy life.
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