Steak and Hamburgers

Yesterday my dad asked me to ride up the field with him to do a little farm work. I can't tell you how much I love helping on the farm, the smell of manure mixed with mud and alfa-afla just makes me ecstatic. So off we went on the John Deere to do whatever thrilling task my dad had in store. As we were driving up to the corral, I noticed the new baby calves that I can admit are pretty cute. But when I found out that we had to get the bull and a baby calf into the corral, that is were my good sentiments ended. After chasing the stupid, no good animals around for about an hour I decided that I am okay with the fact that the once-cute calf was being corralled for the singular purpose of fattening up so we could make it our food storage. (I know, that sounds heartless, but you go try and herd the stupid thing into the pen and then tell me you don't feel the same way I do!) So next spring any one is invited to enjoy a BBQ compliments of Bessie!