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If you are Vegetarian, or Vegan, or a PETA activist, you'll want to skip this post. Come to think of it, you should really skip my blog altogether. God loves you. God loves me. Period. If you're a Meatatarian like me, and you don't mind PG-13 anatomy lessons about cattle, read on! Click on any picture to make it bigger!

I've said it before, and I'll say it again. We pet the meat that's in our freezer. Grams and Gramps have been raising cattle on their farm since before I was born. When the great-grandchildren turn five, each once gets to choose a calf, name it, and when the calf is sold a year or two later, the money goes into a college fund for them. There are now 13 great-grandchildren! Halie, at five years old, chose a steer and named him Freckles. Catie has a steer as well, named Prince, who's still on the farm. During our visit this month, Catie got to see how gigantic Prince is now, and I snapped some pictures of him as well:

Being Spring, it's the time for new calves to be born as well. There were four newborns when we arrived Saturday evening, and three more before we left on Wednesday. While Grams and Gramps tagged the new calves and gave them the necessary shots, all of my girls got to pet and play with the new calves. The girls also took it upon themselves to name these tiny beasts, according to their coloring:
The picture with Rosie holding the calf's tail was the last born before we headed home. She was born to a 'heifer', which means she was the first calf born from that mother. Now, the birth mother is called a 'cow'. When male calves are born, they are called 'bulls'. ( Men, hang on to your Family Jewels) They are soon 'banded' - a small restrictive band is placed around their scrotum. As the bulls grow, the band stops the circulation to the testicles, causing them to dry up and fall off. Those 'bulls' are now called 'steers'. My daughters listened intently, and didn't even flinch! I loved how simply Grams and Gramps explained everything. Very matter-of-fact in every detail. After the petting zoo and the anatomy lesson, my daughters accompanied Grams on a Honda ride to take feed out to the cattle. I'll post pictures and a story about that later!


Erin: 31, Emcee. Witty redhead, handy with a whip.

DH: 30, Strong Man. Comedian, defender of virtue.

Halie: 7, Chimpanzee. Pulls teeth, loves bananas.

Catie: 5, Leaping Lemur. Gentle and cuddly, loves grapes.

Rosie: 2, Cappuccin. Flings poo, loves carrots.

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