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Natalie’s Story

Natalie’s Story

I remember their eyelashes. Big, dark, doe-eyes encased by long, wispy, soft, curled lashes on their demure black and white bovine faces. Newborn calves were kept in a teeny, tiny pen alone. As a young child, I was fascinated by these baby creatures. I thought it was...

Tilly’s Story

Tilly’s Story

Everyone on the farm loved Tilly. I still remember being introduced to her; the farmer and his family couldn't wait for me to meet her. She was the oldest cow in the herd and had rightly earned her place as the head of it. Not only that, but she was 'top cow—' the cow...

Her Baby

Her Baby

He remembers those first few hours. Nestled in the soft hay with His mother, Her rough tongue cleaning Him. It was quiet. It was warm. It was comforting. It didn’t last. It’s been a few weeks now, and His memory of His mother is just that—a memory. Everything else...

Her Story

Her Story

She is sleepy. So, so sleepy. It is sweltering hot, and there is no air conditioning and no fan to cool Her off. She feels Herself going in and out of consciousness, and she is in pain—wild, intense pain that she is no stranger to. She is giving birth and probably has...

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