Today was the day.... the butcher came and picked up ol' Hammie...He's off to make hamburgers now.  No more cow chasing...no more mooing "feed me"...now he's going to feed us.  I bet you're gonna taste good Hammie boy.

       We'll have to start looking for a new calf to raise up for next year.  But no playing chase with them.

    I'm gonna miss the moo....but I am relieved because he was becoming much too dangerous to have around, and I was afraid someone would get hurt....and getting out and running around at midnight was not a good thing either.

     Richie watched the whole process, but I was home sick (nothing too serious...just laryngitis, but a terrible thing for a first grade teacher who loves to talk), so I stayed inside.  I remember the process from when I was a kid growing up.  In fact it was the same butcher who came to get Hammie.

     They'll age the meat a little, and then cut it up for us.  We should get the meat back in a couple of weeks.   Can't wait to fire of the grill!