The beef supply was getting low, time to replenish.
Peter quickly ID'd the junior bull with an ornery look in his eye as the new hamburger source.
The deed was done yesterday morning. Less than an hour from field to abbatoir...that's fresh.
Sadly Junior didn't even have a chance to sow his oats, but on the other hand, neither was he shunted into the icky feed lot system.
His days ended chewing fresh grass on a green, dew-covered field.
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