It started two long weeks ago with a phone call from my brother, Jamie, on whose farm in South Carolina Mama Red and her one-year-old twins (Baby Boy is beside her and Baby Girl on the ground) as well as her steer from two years ago live. And when I say “live,” I mean these animals can ride out their days there until they die. For Mama Red and Baby Girl, this means being able to stay alive vs. at around age 8 or so, being taken to slaughter where they make hamburger out of old mama cows. For Baby Boy, though, this means being able to live past age two, when he would be considered at his prime for steaks and roasts, etc.
This is unheard of, this freedom to live out their days. Continue reading »








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