A Cow’s Trip To The Beauty Parlor
For the last month or so, we’ve been feeding one of our cows a generous portion of grain to fatten her up for a trip to the butcher. We decided we shouldn’t mention the word “butcher” to her, but tell her she would be taking a trip to the beauty parlor instead. So last week the date finally arrived for her to get her hair and nails done, so to speak. Harland loaded her onto the stock trailer and drove her to town. He arrived at the butcher before they opened, but they had told him earlier to just drop her off into a specified pen. So he did that and then headed back home. Later that morning I received an email at work from Harland:
Cows have a good memory, and so we’re hoping we won’t have any trouble taking her back to the butcher. I don’t know…….
See that look in her eye?
She’s onto us now.
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She is definitely On to you all. Even I, who has never had a cow can see the “set” in her body. Hope she tastes better than she looks !~!
How funny! I just had a mental picture of a “Keystone Cops” type scene with the cow running down a street with a butcher (bloody apron and cleaver included) and some cops running after her. I know that we have to humanely kill animals to have meat, but I always feel sorry for them. And believe me, she knows it’s no beauty parlor visit now. Look at that face!
She is L.O.O.K.I.N.G. at you in that last picture – she knows. I am at work and I laughed out loud in my office!!
Oh that is funny. But it’s not. But it is.
I could never raise animals for slaughter…. never.
But this was a cute post – funny how Harland worded his e-mail!
Don’t you have a couple acres on that farm
where she could mosey around and eat grass and
be an “auntie” to the next generations of babies?
I just could not eat that sweetie, looking at me
like that.
(softie mm in vancouver, wa.)
Now that’s a good way to do it! We recently ate our rooster. He had gotten aggressive and charged one of the boys, so that was it for him! At least his legacy lives on – his chicks hatched the day we took him out.
Looks like your in for some trouble. She is really standing her ground now.
Oh my goodness!! What a story! Almost sounds like nursery rhyme..with the buthcher running down the street with his big butcher knife and apron and the policeman running on foot blowing his whistle and waving his night club in the air. Too funny! She is a beautiful cow though!