T-bone

No, not the nickname that George Costanza gave himself. Our steer (in the center, white face, red body) is almost ready for butchering. I remember when he was just a little thing that we had to nurse to health. It was cold and he got frostbite pretty bad on his nose from suckling off of his mom Betsy. It makes me sad to think what will happen to him. This is why we don't name the boy cows....