So I have some heartbreaking news:
This is Finch (the flincher) Asparagus (with an ear tag which says ‘Aspergillus’) and Wallace (the walloper)
If any situation could summarise their personalities best, it would be when you give them food!
When you give them each an apple, Asparagus will come and take the apple, let you give him a quick scratch then he’ll walk off again.
Finch will look at you, wait for you to put down the apple, and then sheepishly come and eat the apple after you leave.
Wallace will stride over, eat the apple, lick your hands, get a good old scratch, and then headbutt you because he ALWAYS wants to play 💚
Some of the photos in this post were taken back in February, some were taken throughout the year, and the photos where the boys look like they’re made of gold were taken yesterday, about 25 minutes before we met the farmer.
When he told us that he was going to have these animals killed soon, he couldn’t bring himself to use the words out loud, and instead said ‘it’s almost time for them to...you know...enter the food chain’ with a nervous laugh, before he figured out who we were or why we were there.
Now please listen to what I have to say:
These animals are Two. Years. Old.
Tell me, how is the mindset of a baby human different from a baby cow?
Both just want to wander and play, both spend their days exploring the world around them, and both are just as scared, and confused, and upset when something unfamiliar and scary happens.
Neither of them would even understand death, they’re innocent in every single way.
I’m heartbroken, they’re the ones that me and Amy always go to see when the world is too much, because up until now they’ve just been living their lives roaming the fields, as they should be, or relaxing under a tree without a care in the world like they were when I first met them.
We have an extremely large network and I’m hoping upon hope that we can contact this farmer with a deal, maybe stop this, but if not we’re going to walk into this field one day and they simply won’t be there.
They’re lots of things, but they aren’t stock, and