My friend ERLING, beautiful bull calf.

This is Erling. He was a very handsome young calf with big black eyes and pink nose, soft white fur with gray-brown subscription. I loved Erling.

We could not cut the wild grass plot without borrowed farmer's bull calves. This year, we borrowed a black and white, There are also 6 months when they came to us. I named the white of Erling, the black renamed to something else that I remember from my former husband. The first morning we woke up to a stubbornly pervasive bellowing. There they were both two and expressed dissatisfaction. It was not the food delivered, they have to work themselves. The problem was that they did not know how to do it. They could not beta!

We showed them, We pulled off the grass so that they saw what happened, and soon they had realized this and finally got the peace and quiet. They stood in separate chain first days. It was not nice, but we had not fenced the large property where. Poor Erling got tangled up in his chain and sprained foot. It swelled up in the ranks and he could not stand on it. Farmer laborers had once come and put up a makeshift fence, we wanted to calves could move freely.

Ever since I was little – I was no longer, I was 27 år – I had been sitting for ages and just stare at the animals. It's so fun to see what they do! And I had of course already attached me deeply at Erling and when he had done badly he needed help. I wrapped his legs but he found it difficult to support the hoof and could not keep the balance so good, he was a child also, when he leaned forward to beta. We picked a lot of grass and fed him, especially I understood. There he was feeling good in but he farted a lot. His mate was circulated, and komockorna was abundant. As soon as he bellowed, and was hungry, I was picking grass for him as he happily munched itself. But another problem came to. He could not stand on three legs and shake his head to get rid of the flies that wanted to sit in his eyes. It was wound around his beautiful black eyes and it went fast. I arranged it with. I tied the gauze in his tiny little horns and drew them with a strap behind the ears. He might fic little strange views, but the flies could not bothering him more. It rained a lot in southern Sweden that summer and he was a bit too much in the wet grass because it was difficult to stand for ages on three legs. We sat inside with the fire and played turn eight and I broke everything and ran out and put raincoats on him and something waterproof for him. How did he have it when it rained too much.

We had to call the vet because the swelling of the leg does not relented. The vet wanted all the people were so kind and considerate towards animals and thanked me for it. Erling got eye ointment that I had applied a few times a day, and swelling in the leg would soon fold. Erling was completely calm, trust in the vet poked him.

Every morning when I came out Erling trotted up to me and greeted. Nej, he leaped. As a happy dog. He buffed at me with her soft muzzle and stood and pressed his forehead against me, as a horse, and wanted to be scratched and petted forever. Wherever I went when I moved out, he trotted after me. And he came when I called,. And he knew how I felt. One day, I was very sorry that I could not buy a airedaleterriervalp for my ex-husband. ( it was wise, we ought to instead acquire children – which we then did ) and then I went out on the land, and cried. Erling rushed up to me, searched my eyes with his dark eyes ( he did always ) in such a state situation way and buffed soft on me. Then he held tightly, close to me while I was out. Sometimes he buffed to me with their whole body, the round calf stomach, So where we humans do when we like someone and go together, and dogs do. He knew when I was happy again and calmed down and went away, and operated in their own pansies. It was not just once, he clearly showed that he knew how it was with me. We knew each other simply, bull calf and I, it was mutual. He talked much with their ears as he angled back and forth, like dogs. He jumped when he was happy, wanted to get up close and buffed.

Above you can see how he trots after me, eager. Sometimes I lay in the grass behind him as he lay on the side and held him. I had my arms around his round belly. So we could be long, my bull calf and I. What if I had had the cards on the!

We were together from early summer to late summer, then we went away for six weeks for the job. When we came back, he went with the other calves on the field in front of us, in a flock. I did not think he would remember me, for all said, I cried. He stood about 300 meters away and worked with the other. ” Erling! Erling!” I yelled. He pricked up immediately. He raised his head and saw me, separated himself from the pack and ran across the field, up to me, and ran into the nose between my open hands, so we used to greet each other. His body was happy. It was a happy calf! I myself was lucky, moved in the depth, oh my beloved calf! Since he went alone with us on the plot, and that is when these pictures were taken, as long as we were before we went back to Stockholm.

In winter, we came back a week and he was great, a powerful bull youth. He stood in the stable with the other. It was crowded and it was dark and he was dirty and he stood firm. He raised his head and looked at me as best he could over his shoulder. It was difficult to see. him stand so, month out and month out. But the farmer promised me that he would live for another year, though they used to slaughter when they were around one year.

So when summer came, he went out on a meadow back with another big bull. His head was huge. The horns had grown out. Entire he was great. I did it not to, I went into the paddock to the Bulls. I called him and he came up to me and buffed with his nose gently and let me patting and scratching him. The farmer had never seen anything like it. He was touched by this and Erling live another year, until he was two, and even then he remembered me, but I was a little child, and did not dare go into the paddock anymore. Erling was fully grown and enormous. He pricked up but not as directly, We had not much contact anymore, but something moved in him when he saw me, it was obvious. But then one day he would be downloaded to the slaughter. The farmer had said that it must be done now. I saw the slaughter car when it came driving, and I tried not to think about how Erling may have dimensions as he ran into the car and off to the slaughterhouse, in the chaos that is, the horror I know he must have felt. So he was killed, like all the other, nothing special about it, and split and laid on small styrofoam plates and partially ground, then distributed in different parts to different shops and people looked at the parts that were Erling and decided to buy, threw pieces of Erling in his cart up the box office and down into plastic bags and home to a cool-down in a frying pan and yes, eaten and utskiten.

That's why these animals are. It puts life into them, life spark you put in them, for one reason only and that is to eat them. They have no intrinsic value. You respect them even in their lives as they grow up to the finish. But I know, which I already knew before I met Erling, that these animals have soul. They have feelings, they are responsive, they are affectionate, they are happy, they are sad, shows the confidence, they express themselves. We gobble us them and thank them even if we had to do it.

It took a few years until I ate beef, förstås. But then I started again. I chose to forget what I knew.

Idag, I eat meat, which is rare, I buy organic meat, which I hope means to venerate and care for the animals better, but any time I buy game meat. But it is extremely rare, more and more often, I think it's good, I get hungry when I smell but pure soul, I feel not good in it and I do not think I feel good to try to pretend it is not so. It alerts such a betrayal of the whole, it is so cynical and disrespectful to the lives, the soul I know are in these creatures.

A short period of several years ago, I bought sometimes Brazilian beef, because I thought there goes the animals free of large areas. Then they are all the same prosperous so far. But for several reasons besides the soul ( long carriage not least ) I stopped taking it and now, idag, I think that we should boycott the South American meat. We rages over Jair Bolsonaros initiated and planned further destruction of the Amazon, rainforest that is so crucial to our whole globe, but we are the ones, with our consumption of beef and soybeans, which is the driving force to the devastating destruction. To write Jannike Kihlberg Dagens Nyheter today; ”To cut down large amounts of trees to grow food instead hit particularly hard climate. It is easy to condemn Bolsonaro and his government, but ironically, it is the countries of the world, including Sweden, which is driven in a development where the forest is cut down. It is the world demand for meat and animal feed ( soybean / min Note) causing that Brazil's new management wants to access more farmland. The president wants to keep its voters and supporters happy, This includes safeguarding the nation's economic prosperity. For Brazil's increased food production is one of the more obvious and simple ways to income. At least as long as the rest of the world are increasing their demand for Brazilian soybeans and Brazilian meat.”

ponder the. And ponder Erling and his relatives gentle souls.