A herd of 50 steers turned up in the paddocks behind our house in about October 2011. Many herds of cattle have come and gone from these paddocks over the years, but never has a group been so friendly and inquisitive. They would follow me, recognise me and walk up to me, they even licked my sister’s boots. They were beautiful, gentle, young, curious boys.
I got to know their faces and personalities. I shared bonds with some and let the shy ones avoid me. I gave my favourites names (albeit silly names). There was Patch, Zorro, White Face, Darcy, Mr Serious, Ranger and 45 or so more.In early February they disappeared, something I knew that was going to happen, yet I still wasn’t prepared for.
I’ll never see them again because they have gone, gone to be slaughtered for human consumption. I’m not really sure how it’s ok to kill thinking, feeling, unique souls just because people want to eat meat…it’s something I will never understand.I was honoured to be able to spend time with them, watch them and interact with them. May your souls Rest In Peace lovely boys. I’ll miss you.
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