Sunday, 18 August 2019

Memories of the summer heatwave




The heat is relentless, every creature is seeking respite; temperatures climb from 39 degrees. Our herd has been standing in the lake, sometimes up to their necks cooling off. Flicking water at themselves and each other. They have a big, clean field shelter in the shade, full of fresh straw. But the watering hole is where they choose to be. Happy chilling out, chewing the cud, not under any stress or obligation. They have had a large breakfast and in the ratelier lies a big round bale of just cropped meadow grass. Yet I know my herd are uncomfortable in the heat, but they have everything we can offer.

In comparison, those that are in the fields close by are lucky if they have trees. It is customary for all trees on the borders of fields to be removed. This eases the path for the tractor, making life more tolerable for the exploiter. Those girls kept in barns for their milk will be so uncomfortable. Genetically modified udders straining under the weight, heavy and pendulous. Skin stretched to breaking, veins throbbing, such pain. Unable to feel the comfort of their babies suckling. Their calves kept in little plastic hitches, the boiling sun causing a fetid stink of heated plastic and excrement. Little ones with no comfort and unable to escape. Just given milk formula to grow, as quickly as possible to keep their flesh soft and easy to chew. The countless millions in transporter lorries and ships. Squished together, unable to breath in the stifling heat. The urea stinging their eyes as it heats in the intolerable conditions. Scared and afraid, suffocating and boiling. The forgotten ones packed and processed. While we as humans celebrate the heat with bbq meals made from their bodies and ice creams stolen from their children.

Maybe my cows may feel uncomfortable in the heat, but they look to me with trust in their eyes. Choose a kinder diet please, with the least harm caused to other earthlings. They suffer just as we do.

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