A couple of years ago at one of my more painfully boring office jobs, I had a picture of a rescued calf as a screen saver on my computer. It’s the same picture I keep on this blog, under the “About” page. I’m with a young calf named Fawn, whom I met when Julian and I went to visit a Farm Sanctuary in 2014.
One day while at my desk, my boss came over and saw the photo and asked me about the bandages on Fawn’s legs. I explained that this was due to her falling into a concrete pit at birth and breaking one of her legs. Fawn’s mother, a dairy cow, had been forced to give birth while standing in a milking stall and could do nothing to save her since she was confined herself.
The response from my boss was, “Why didn’t they just put her down?” Continue reading