In Reference to: Carl...One Calf Rescued
Wonderful story about Carl, the tiny soon-to-be-veal-calf rescued from auction. Carl is the reason I stopped eating meat years ago.
In the 1970's my husband's family had a small ranch (100 acres) about 90 miles west of Houston. This was a weekend place, which was cared for a local rancher in our absence. Twice a year, the rancher's sons would round up all the yearlings for market. Of course, it is so quite in the country all sounds carry for miles. It was heartbreaking to hear the momma cows crying for their babies for days after their departure. Inconsolable. The only time I ever saw aggression by the cattle was once when someone accidentally got between a mother cow and her calf -- she was really coming after that person and taught us all a good lesson.
Someone give Carl a big hug for me.