It’s no secret that we live in a small farming community called “Gooseneck”. It’s also common knowledge that our next-door neighbor is a farmer who also raises cows. We have a long history of having cows as our nearest neighbors, which has led to some interesting events over the years…
First of all it’s interesting to watch our farmer neighbor handle his cattle. They know his truck, and get all excited when they see him drive close to the field. The sight of him means “food” to them. He also makes “calling noises” and they come running. It’s obvious they know who takes care of them.
Cows are notorious for escaping. The grass always looks greener on the other side of the fence! I can’t tell you how many times our neighbor’s cows have wandered over to our yard and tasted a few of our shrubs, bushes, and of course–grass. It’s not a big deal, it goes with farm life. What is a big deal is the fact that we also live near a major highway.
One evening, about 4 years ago, one of our neighbors largest bulls escaped, and wandered out onto the highway without anyone realizing it. Unfortunately, it was dark, and the bull was black, and a lady driving a PT Cruiser ran into the bull on the highway. This caused a chain reaction of accidents on the highway involving several cars. One of the cars lost control and actually ended up going up on the front porch of my uncle’s house! Fortunately, the only person seriously injured in all of the chaos was the lady in the PT Cruiser. The bull was killed from the impact of the little car–and let me just say–he was as big as the car was!
After the bull in the highway incident, there was an investigation, and a lot of sleepless nights for our neighbor farmer. (He actually ended up getting sued.) After the accident, the cows stopped escaping. Then, suddenly one morning this past spring our daughter-in-law caught a few of those wandering cows in our garden! It seems that a tree limb had fallen across the electric fence and caused it to “short out”. Those curious cows had been “eye balling” our garden from afar, and they jumped at the opportunity to sample a few things. Fortunately, we caught them before they did much damage! (The damage couldn’t have been much anyway, since we didn’t manage to grow much food.)
Times are hard, and recently, our neighbor decided to venture into a new method of selling his cattle. He’s gone into the meat-selling business. In an effort to get his business up and running, he recently gave his friends and neighbors sample packages of hamburger meat for Christmas–which brings me to the title of this post!
We decided to make grilled hamburgers with our sample package of meat, and we invited our daughter and her family over for supper…The meat had a wonderful flavor, much better than what is sold at the grocery store. It’s grain fed, Black Angus–with no hormones added. The problem was–we kept thinking about
whowhat we were eating. We kept seeing those large brown eyes looking at us–and hearing those pitiful “mooing sounds”. I finally spoke up and said “This is awful, we’re eating our neighbor!”
It brought back childhood memories of staying at my grandparents’ house–and playing with the chickens that would eventually become our Sunday dinner! It also brought back memories of seeing my father-in-law shut one of his cows up in that special pen to be “fattened up”. We all knew what that meant!
I still have two more packages of that special hamburger…I guess that means we’ll be having a neighbor for dinner at least a couple more times. I might decide to become a vegetarian–but not before I try a couple of our neighbor’s steaks!
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