We had an open cow somehow hurt her back end. She wasn't able to stand up and was dragging her back legs behind her. I called her Matilda since she must have been out waltzing to have such an ordeal happen. ha ha
The only logical thing was to put her down and butcher her. We were in need of hamburger anyway.
The things we see around here....like headless cows.
We called this the funeral procession.
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