So named because of the little heart shaped marking on his forehead...obviously, I mean what else would you call a boy cow with a heart on his head?
Anyway, this was fine when he was just one of the herd that would be here for 18 months, then head off somewhere else for finishing, before going to the big cow paddock in the sky. However, our cow plans have changed. Quiet and lovely as the group was, they had absolutely no respect for fences, electric or otherwise and had taken a real liking to our neighbours property. His grass is exactly the same as ours, but half the steers liked it better. It was stressful and totally unfair on our neighbour so we decided to sell them. Except one... the one that had never strayed from our farm, the one that looked totally different to all the others ( who were white clones) And what is this one lucky steer being kept for you might ask?
Tears are inevitable and there is not a hope in hell that I will be able to eat one grain of mince.
So naming your dinner Sweetheart...up there with the many, many stupid things I have done.