ladies dont start fights, but they can finish them.
that is a cat with a hairbow how is that relevant to the caption
The dairy industry discards thousands of calves each season, because they are not profitable, and to prevent them from consuming the milk their mothers produce… so it can be sold to humans. Will you continue to contribute to this insanity?
There was a time when this kind of cruelty was hidden, and so the sin of ignoring it not as bad, perhaps. No more. Pictures and information are all out there. If you continue to eat meat and dairy, don’t decieve yourself. You are not a caring and compassionate person.
This is bullshit. There’s no way in hell some farm somewhere just decided to throw a bunch of calves in a pit because they ‘weren’t profitable.’ This was likely a devastating disease outbreak or something equally shocking, and that farmer was probably more heart-broken than you are. Do you realize how much time and work goes into one little calf?
First of all, it costs about $50 to breed one mother, one time. After that, you wait to see if she actually conceived, which might (and often does) take 3 tries; $150. After that you wait for about 280 days, while feeding her mother expensive high-nutrient food and keeping a close eye on her. Finally, she has her little calf, so you hand-milk the mother, who will likely kick you (and no, it’s not because ‘I’m not her calf.’ Calves often get nailed in the head too by first time mothers because they’re simply new to the experience) and you bottle up her colostrum (a thick, yellowish milk, full of antibodies) and feed it to the calf. To clarify; we bottle-feed because we can monitor how much he or she is drinking, we know they wont be getting germs or consuming any manure that may be on her mothers teats, and (like I said) because some mothers will simply not feed their calves.
After they’re all cleaned up and doing well, we move them to a nice warm calf hutch. Don’t start with me on calf hutches- they’re toasty warm, guaranteed clean and safe, and most importantly; they wont be licking other calves and spreading germs, since their immune system is still so low. Once they’re weaned from a bottle to a bucket, then they will move to bigger pens with other calves to play with- Anyways. after they’ve had four litres of colostrum, they will be fed very expensive and high nutrient milk-replacer, which not only tastes awesome (literally; I’ve tried it) but is packed full of nutrients and there’s no risk of them catching a disease from germs in their mothers milk (the mom’s probably immune to it, but a little baby calf doesn’t have a strong immune system yet.)
If the calf is a little boy, the farmer will take care of him for about a week, and if he’s healthy and strong enough, he will be brought to a veal farm where he will live for about a year (no, he will not be killed after a week or a month - veal does not mean a little calf; they’re atleast 800 pounds).
If the calf is a little girl, she will be raised for a year or two before being bred, and will eventually become part of the future herd for the next 5 to 10 years.
I’m not trying to say there is no cruelty in dairy farming, I’m just trying to get the point across that calves are a huge part of a farm. They are the farm’s FUTURE. No calves? No farm. We don’t just ‘discard’ them for no reason; we work hard to keep them healthy and happy.
Feel free to message me about farming in general; I’ll share whatever facts you’d like to know - not made-up stories that manipulate people into becoming vegan.
The fact that so many people are going to believe this is sad. This is 100% false.
Royal Side Eye
This is everything
I have never liked the royal family more
'Serves 4' haha yeah all 4 me
There are 5 types of fear
3. 14 missed calls from mom
4. Username or password is incorrect
5. “We need to talk”
The worst thing about 4 is they never tell you which one is incorrect!
Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”
It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.
And I got angry.
Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”
Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)
If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.
Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be keptinterested, because he knows you are interesting:
I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.
I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.
I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.
I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.
I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.
I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.
I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.
In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:
Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.
Your eternally interested guy,
Happy International Women’s Day
This is so beautiful. I almost cried.
And yet the letter starts with a reference to his daughter’s looks.
Cutie-pie doesn’t necessarily mean it’s referring to her looks. You can be cute in more ways than just your looks. Just saying.
^^Seriously, you’re going to make a comment about how a dad called his child cutie-pie? This was so touching and beautiful and you have to bring it down. A father calling his daughter cutie-pie has nothing to do with him talking about her looks. It’s a freaking nickname.
One man’s loss is another man’s gain.
Fun Fact: The average person would walk past a murderer about 36 times in their lifetime.I like how this is called a ‘fun’ fact.
It’s fun because they didn’t decide to murder you.
Astronaut readjusts to life back on Earth
> Don’t give him a baby for a while.
HE GRABS THE CUP BUT THEN HE DROPS THE PEN 0.0003 SECONDS LATER
AND HE LOOKS UP AT THE CEILING INSTEAD OF AT THE GROUND WHEN HE CAN’T FIND THEM
"Ah, stupid gravity"