Max's days are numbered. His best friend, Jody (on the right), will miss him for a couple of days. Then she will forget she ever knew him. I've had friends like that.
Iris won't know the difference, as long as there is one cow left to stalk.
The truck and trailer are ready to haul Max on his one-mile journey toward slaughter.
His mother, Bonnie, will miss him for two or three days. After that, she will concentrate on her next calf, the one who won't be born for awhile. Babe, in the background, is in the "I don't care" group.
Mama Kitty doesn't have a clue. "Just feed me every morning," she says.
We won't be eating this beef. We still have quite a bit of beef in the freezer, and someone contacted me long ago wanting to buy Max. The money we get from him will help to finance our vacation.