Food?

It pleased me to see the little calf together with many heiffers, just grazing, pooing (as you can see) and hanging out. The way it ought to be and totally removed from the intensive beef and dairy metods of today.

Mother of a different species

Mother, like a Madonna you watch your child, born of love and passion.
Unique – you would give your life for him - his large innocent eyes look at you with love.
He is your future. Soon he will walk, become strong, a boy with firm legs, running free. You will be proud of him.

Mine was not born of love nor passion. I would still have loved him but he was torn away – just born. I could not even feed him. Like you I wanted to see him grow, run, play become strong and follow his destiny…..

You, Mother of another species, you who know what love is and how to love,

How could you have stolen the milk of my offspring to give to yours , taking him away from me, his mother? (I would have shared it with you, as always.)
Then feeding him surrogate filth to hasten his growth, tied tightly in chains - You tortured him

He, bewildered, surrendered and never having seen the sun, blue sky or green grass, lived his short life until you switched off his beautiful eyes
You killed him and transformed him into food for your child - pale meat, white meat – the colour of innocence

How could you?

Mother of a different species, you are feeding your child with poison – poison of the suffering of mine.

Bovine mother