As I think about all the animals in my life, past and present, there is none that has influenced my way of living more than MJ. He was born March 23, 1997, and I gave him his first bottle the next day. It was the start of my love for him. Don’t get me wrong. He was a painful baby, about killing me because he would butt the bottle so hard. I finally would put it against a fence post. He would butt so hard, he’d make his mouth bleed and even broke the bottle once.
When I thought of him growing up and going to slaughter, as almost all steers do, I would be physically nauseous. I couldn’t do it. I bought him at market value and we’ve never looked back.
As I looked for a home for my son and me, I knew that I had to have a place with a barn and a pasture.
Now he’s turning sixteen-years-old! Unbelievable! He is the sweetest most gentle creature you could ever hope to meet. He’s also probably one of the biggest, weighing in around 3000 pounds.
His love for his companion cow runs deep, and he’s perfectly content to help raise her calves. He’s a role model for any human.
He’s also the one that influenced me to give up eating meat. Now he’s getting white hairs around his eyes as he ages.
I wouldn’t be the person I am today if it weren’t for his giant heart teaching me so much.
Since I couldn’t find any way to work Asian into my boys’ birthday, you also get a picture of my Chinese goose.