Sunny was born on a ranch, not to far from the town, but a few miles. She was a heafer (a female cow) and she was all black with a swirl of white up the side of one ear.
Her mother was all black, and her father was a male dairy, hence the white on her ear. Anyway, she was born on a ranch, and like most other cows, was meant for the slaughterhouse. Her mother loved her, but her father was only a rented bull, so she never saw him. She loved her mother, too, but cows never stay together for long, for they are split up and sold like property, not like living, breathing, feeling creatures. Her owner, the farmer, was of course of no use to try to get her to stay on the farm. For starters, they don't speak the same language, as we all know. And second- to the farmer she was just another 1k, no different from the rest. He didn't want her to "taint his herd", with all his pedigree heafers, and then with the calves mixed who-knows-what fathers, how could they POSSIBLY fit in? They were nothing but a paycheck to him.
Anyway, cows stay with their mother for about 1 year, while they grow. Their mothers will cry out and run around, desperatly trying to find their young, if they get lost. And when its time to "work" the cows, oooohhh mama, not good. You have to secure the mother cows behind a metal fence while you give the crying babies their shots, clip their ears, tag, and "neuter" the males. Which are all done, may I might add, withought ANY painkillers. And thats just the start of it. They also get steroids, a medicine that makes them grow alot faster than usaul, so they can be more meat in less time.
All baby cows want to do is run around, play with their playmates, the other little baby cows, and snuggle their mothers. But sadly, none of this is made possible by farmers.
All of these things are soon to happen to our little Sunny, unfortunatly.
Well, the year passed very fast, it seemed, to everyone. All the babies were grown, and very heavy. In 2 weeks, sale would begin. Little Sunny didn't know it, but her mother did; Sunny would go along with the rest to the sale, and never see her beloved mother again.
The 2 weeks passed, and Sunnys' mother was trying very hard to hold back tears as the cow truck pulled into the pen. All the calves were seperated from their crying mothers, with the farmers all holding electric cattle prods. YAH! a farmer said, whipping a mother cow trying to get between her baby and the truck.
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