The big truck that came to butcher him.
The poor horses wondering what was going on!!!!!
The poor horses wondering what was going on!!!!!
The truck was parked right by their pens.
When they butchered the steer, I cried like a baby. How can you raise a small calf on a bottle to the size he was and not cry when he is killed. He did get very mean at the end. He still wanted a horse treat when I was by him. He would even lick my coat trying to find one! He was getting to be a pain to take care of. He kept unplugging his water heater and would eat the duct tape off of the rail which held the cord and pipe to his heater.