When I was a kid we raised our own cattle. My sister and I would each get a calf, which we'd bottle feed until they moved on to solid food. We'd pet them, brush them, even ride them. And then one day the butcher would show up, we'd lead the chosen one to the far corner of the field... The other would get sent to the auction, and dad would come back with 2 more calves.
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Originally Posted by unclebilly
Same bull when he was a few days old...
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