tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779328319254618990.post7372052712037755752..comments2023-06-01T08:17:04.696-04:00Comments on Greener Pastures--A City Girl Goes Country... and goes back again: To Be Born a CowGreener Pastures--A City Girl Goes Countryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05448845964131250749noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779328319254618990.post-56109475777973523862008-09-12T06:20:00.000-04:002008-09-12T06:20:00.000-04:00Thanks for the comments everyone. Sky, yes it is d...Thanks for the comments everyone. Sky, yes it is disturbing. I learned not everything is wonderful and peaceful in the country. <BR/><BR/>Ponygirl, I'm like you. I eat meat but it disgusts me. It can't have a drop of fat on it. I'd order pasta before a steak any day. So when I got the idea to become a vegetarian after learning about the cows, I thought it would be easy. Not. I always describe myself as "not a big meat-eater" but even for me, it was too hard. Someday I might try again.Greener Pastures--A City Girl Goes Countryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05448845964131250749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779328319254618990.post-68553321194749315212008-09-10T00:34:00.000-04:002008-09-10T00:34:00.000-04:00oh, dear, i don't know how you can live next to th...oh, dear, i don't know how you can live next to this terribly painful scene or listen day after day to the cries and know what causes them. it would drive me insane - the noise, the knowledge, the energy that emanates from a death mill. thankfully i stopped eating beef in 1994. this post has made me feel sick inside, body and spirit. i am so sorry that you are exposed to this. :((Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02523247895437700129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779328319254618990.post-16295155900423886982008-09-09T16:10:00.000-04:002008-09-09T16:10:00.000-04:00What a beautiful piece!!!!!I love cows. I love the...What a beautiful piece!!!!!<BR/>I love cows. I love their soft eyes, and their long lashes...While walking out the end of my dirt road, I stopped by the cows and I decided to sing to them. After a few seconds of curiosity, they all ran over the hill!!Must have been the wrong tune...<BR/>I also eat meat, and that is why I don't have beef critters, because I could not kill one, and I would have more pets to care for..I wonder how long they would live just hanging around, eating?<BR/>Guess I'm doomed to having critters as pets...I won't even let people hunt my acres!!!Claudia Condiffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06428880113459923927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779328319254618990.post-83652793280441726572008-09-07T00:30:00.000-04:002008-09-07T00:30:00.000-04:00Nicely written post. I don't really eat steak. I w...Nicely written post. I don't really eat steak. I will eat it if someone in the family prepares it, and I like hamburgers....but I won't cook or prepare meat. I'm not a vegetarian, meat just kind of disgusts me. And thinking of where it came from....well, I can't even go there or I probably would be a vegetarian! ;)Pony Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02464088874054923635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779328319254618990.post-61570552579994885842008-09-02T22:36:00.000-04:002008-09-02T22:36:00.000-04:00I feel sad for the cows too. I prefer hunted veni...I feel sad for the cows too. I prefer hunted venison because they live a wild life, the shooting is over quick, and we are told we are helping keep down the number of deer that can't be sustained otherwise.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779328319254618990.post-88569243031418966862008-08-27T18:49:00.000-04:002008-08-27T18:49:00.000-04:00Farm life is not easy. Even on organic or family f...Farm life is not easy. Even on organic or family farms, the chickens are killed for meat, the pigs are slaughtered, the cows die. It's all part of the food chain.<BR/><BR/>Some nice evocative writing.CountryDewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03243893531509380824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779328319254618990.post-78562290129547444682008-08-26T16:21:00.000-04:002008-08-26T16:21:00.000-04:00Life on a farm. It's tough. For all concerned.Life on a farm. It's tough. For all concerned.Giuliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15087216769026229805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779328319254618990.post-49462336167361758692008-08-26T14:41:00.000-04:002008-08-26T14:41:00.000-04:00I thought I didn't like meat that much before, but...I thought I didn't like meat that much before, but now ugh! I'm just going to feel too sad eating any beef. I think Amy Tate is right, let's go to Chick-Fil-A!Sweetflutterbys3https://www.blogger.com/profile/13276478679906785113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779328319254618990.post-80725918756742821112008-08-26T08:43:00.000-04:002008-08-26T08:43:00.000-04:00Country living does have its downside. But at leas...Country living does have its downside. But at least the cows get to live outside for a few years, unlike the chickens and turkeys that are kept in cages all their short lives.Becky Mushkohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11833297935575559624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779328319254618990.post-74422197132824646812008-08-25T20:33:00.000-04:002008-08-25T20:33:00.000-04:00What a story, seeing the other side of it like tha...What a story, seeing the other side of it like that!! It really makes you think. And you painted such a picture!Sloanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12533022160981290851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779328319254618990.post-21326031306082221192008-08-25T18:28:00.000-04:002008-08-25T18:28:00.000-04:00Ugh...Debi! That's horrible, I never thought about...Ugh...Debi! That's horrible, I never thought about it before I read this!!!! I just enjoyed a Sunday lunch at Outback. I'm not sure I can look at a cow after reading this. Suddenly those cows at Chic-Fil-A make more sense.Clementinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08745982305618408952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779328319254618990.post-23347128107646936742008-08-25T18:21:00.000-04:002008-08-25T18:21:00.000-04:00So sad. The tacos I just made are suddenly not si...So sad. The tacos I just made are suddenly not sitting well in my stomach.<BR/><BR/>I love this line: This is the part where if I was telling this story out loud to someone, they would make a joke about steak.<BR/><BR/>I totally agree. You hit the nail on the head with that one. I think people make jokes and claim ignorance to keep themselves from feeling bad.magicbeanbuyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03529892924273136182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779328319254618990.post-38704888476472190592008-08-25T15:33:00.000-04:002008-08-25T15:33:00.000-04:00Oh Debi - what fantastic writing! I loved it. You ...Oh Debi - what fantastic writing! I loved it. You really painted a picture.Amy Hanekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17948641570199768387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779328319254618990.post-19352494243677086512008-08-25T14:52:00.000-04:002008-08-25T14:52:00.000-04:00I thought about trying to find one of those small,...I thought about trying to find one of those small, family owned and operated farms to buy my meat. I think the bigger the operation is, the more cruel and the more unhealthy it gets. Down to factory farming.Greener Pastures--A City Girl Goes Countryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05448845964131250749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779328319254618990.post-46084749149293471962008-08-24T20:49:00.000-04:002008-08-24T20:49:00.000-04:00There are definitely different varieties of mooing...There are definitely different varieties of mooing, I have discovered. There is the gentle lowing of the cow, happy to see the herd, or happy to see me when it is time to head to the barn for milking. The obnoxious mooing of the year and a half old heifer who wants her mother with her NOW, not in a few minutes after milking, but right now, gosh darn it and hurry up. The worried moo of the steer or heifer who grazed off out of sight of the herd and wants to rejoin quickly, the whiny moo of our almost 9 month old steer who has 15 acres and friends to play with, but really wants his mom to lick him and feed him cream NOOOOOOW! <BR/><BR/>Of course we have a small, humane operation, nobody headed to feed lots. Pasture raised is a more pleasant version, but not many mamas or babies(even the big fat ones too old to be babies!) like to be separated. But boy am I happy for all the cream that we get to separate now that they are separated!!! Oh the life of the bovine.....gingerhillery@mac.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11058818226976530765noreply@blogger.com