Growing up in the country provides the opportunity for many interesting and educational activities. I don't think jumping off haystacks or eating the calves's grain pellets falls in the educational category, but it was interesting!
We raised some cattle and had milk cows (thank goodness I never had to do the milking!). One poor cow was chosen to contribute to our big freezer and provide sustenance for our family. My father got out the rifle again and quickly put down the animal. The throat was slit and bled and then the fun began. With help from friends, Daddy began to cut the meat, after which the best pieces would go to a butcher to be cut into steaks, ground into hamburger and carved into roasts. The intestines, liver and etc. would not be used..so...Daddy let me set up some plywood on some barrels and I could play "butcher shop" with the "spare parts". I thought this was definitely interesting but my brother absolutely did not and would not play with me! It was great to have our own beef to enjoy...we grew the feed, cared for the animals and then worked together to put it on the table! Well, most of us worked together! ")
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