I've got a lovely little book called "They're Very Good at Being Cows: An Entertainment By Rod Paterson, Teresa Paterson" which is a small but enlightening read on the dynamics of cows and cow relationships. Having witnessed first hand the various sexual nuances of cows, steers and bulls, nothing would surprise me.
When our first horse had her foal taken away in a float after being sold, tears streamed down her face, then my sisters, my mother and myself all started crying. It wasn't just a few drops, she was literally weeping from sadness. We were told she had a foal previously, so perhaps she realised what was going to happen to this one.
Can't bear watching those trucks of vealers travelling on the highway.
So, who is having meat tonight? Not you Atomooo surely?
