I wrote back in early February about that line between livestock and pets. I was pretty sure that’s how I felt. Pets you name and interact with and livestock you don’t. That is until these kids came along. It’s easy with chickens. They thrive without our attention. The kids aren’t the same. Maybe it’s that mammalian connection?
The plan all along was to use the kids for meat. People asked “Why don’t you sell them?” Well, they aren’t papered so they aren’t worth much. The only people that would buy them are people that would eat them. And to be honest, if someone was going to eat them I want to make damn sure it’s done humanely and the only way to do that is if we have it done ourselves. Keeping them isn’t an option either. We can’t keep them here, there just isn’t room.
|Mork wanting to come sit on my lap|
This is, of course, the downside to having a dairy animal. With milk usually comes death, especially for any male animals that are born. Simply buying milk helps support the veal industry.
So it’s something I’ve come to terms with. But I’ve also realized something else. Why can’t livestock be treated as pets? Why can’t they be given love just like our regular pets? Why can’t they have names? They have personalities and I think it’s only fair to give them a moniker of their own. We won’t be as close to them as we are to our dogs and cats, but we’ll treat them with the same respect.
These kids are so friendly. They love to jump in your lap and be held. The second you sit down they run over to get some love. Mork will climb all over you and nibble your hair. Mindy likes to crawl in your lap and fall asleep. Mongo isn’t quite used to us yet, but we’re working on him.
Of course I’ll be sad when they have to leave us, but I know it is inevitable and I want them to have the best life possible even if it is short.