Bloody stories

Today, the boss decided he was hungry. He had a cow shot.

Surprisingly enough, I didn't feel disgusted, or faint, seeing a dead cow. But I did feel faint the day the vet came and dug a hole in the sides of six cows to take liver samples. I had to scoop up the sample into a test tube (I was wondering whether people did that in lab bio at school?). That wasn't too bad. But looking at the cows was. And the same afternoon a collegue cut two bits off each cows left ear, to distinguish them. There was blood all over the place. It was difficult to believe it wasn't a butchery.

Today, I didn't look that way when the butcher shot the cow and slit its throat. The shot gave me a fright despite knowing it would come (although my boss didn't tell me he was going to have a cow shot before we drove around to the other side of the farm. I would have taken my camera). Fortunately the butcher was very quick and neat. (And his number plate was "I CHOP"!) The dog licked up some of the blood, then licked my overalls. Yummy.