The cow is no more. He was a punk-ass steer, but he ate well. All of the corn, grain, and high-quality hay should make him taste very, well, tasty. I don’t feel sad about taking him to the butcher. It does feel strange not going out to check on the water and feed it every night. I have my name on the list for two more late this year or very early next year. I just hope I have enough freezer space for this half cow and the half hog on the way!