I have a beef,
no, not a piece of meat, but a BEEF, in case you are not aware, it has more than one meaning,
thanks to Wikipedia for this :
Noun:
| The flesh of a cow, bull, or ox, used as food. |
| Complain. |
complain - grumble - repine - grouse - moan
and that is what I am about to do, but for a good reason.
One of the joys of living in the country is the sound of the night. Not traffic, but animal noises, here we have frogs mostly due to the spring just across the road, but a couple of times a year we get the cows mooing, or as I like to say having a beef (verb).
I didn't know until I moved here that when the calves are taken from their mummies the poor mummy cows moo and moo looking for their baby! It breaks my heart!
They are mothers too, and they are missing their offspring! Last night it went on and on and on and on ( get my drift?) and I am there lying awake and feeling their pain!
Imagine if your baby was just taken away from you with no explanation ( oh sorry it was done, talking about forced adoptions ) but in this case you can probably guess where the calf went. To the next paddock I hope for a long and happy life!
But I jest, the issue for me is living so close to where your food comes from. I find it hard to associate the lovely cow and calves in the paddocks all around me with the piece of disassembled protein wrapped in plastic in my supermarket. Dare I say I almost become a vegetarian at these times of the year as I feel the mothers pain?
Anyway for you city dwellers I just wanted to share with you one of the (few) tribulations of living in the country and a couple of pictures of my favourite cows, Belted Galloways. Gotta love their Chanel Style, a little black dress with a bit of a white belt to accentuate their waist!
Enjoy!
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| A chip off the old block! |
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| Mum, its cold outside! |
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| See, cows love their children too! |
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| hard day at the office?? |
