tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836771313043430835.post3730868552641850814..comments2023-11-05T02:07:59.349-08:00Comments on Cape Town, South Africa 2010: meat in south africaLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04592200785158089457noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836771313043430835.post-10349988656492051472010-02-17T07:07:48.585-08:002010-02-17T07:07:48.585-08:00I remember one particular angus hiefer that we rai...I remember one particular angus hiefer that we raised. It got real sick at one point, and my Dad performed surgery on it - right there on the grass beside the barn! Somehow Dad figured out the cow had gallstones. There he was with his doctor's bag, scalpel in hand, and (of course, he anesthetized the cow during surgery). Dad checked on his cow patient, like he would another patient, and was very pleased to see her up and around the next day (healthy as a horse - I mean, cow!). Well, Dad decided it would be a good idea to feed this cow over the next few months, and to have her slaughtered for meat (usually we just did that with steers). But, he decided that she probably wouldn't live as long and be able to bear calves, so it was a matter of making a decision about the cow. I fed her each morning in the feed lot before I went to school, and I used to pet her on the face a little sometimes. It was little strange when it was her time to die. But, I accepted it pretty well, and appreciated the meat.<br /><br />I do think it is important to have a connection and a respect for these creatures. As I write this, I am remembering that it really meant something to me back then. And, I do think meat should be eaten with thanksgiving and reverence for life. The Indians apparently gave thanks to the deer and the buffalo they had killed for their lives and how that would sustain their lives.george houston watershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07551741287830911012noreply@blogger.com