Haha!
Last time I called my mom, she had been out working the backhoe somewhere on their 57 acres of Indiana farmland. She and I have both driven a tractor (I drove one before I drove a car, LOL), and done more than our share of mucking out stalls, chasing cattle and other livestock, and stringing up fenceline. Granted, I haven’t done it in years, but I’ve done it!
After chasing cows through mud in 90+ degree heat in August after they’ve broken the fence again, I had no issue with them going to slaughter, no matter how cute they were as calves ;)
Same here. We had cattle and chickens. They’re both cute when little but are mighty tasty on a plate. It wasn’t until after I was grown and on my own that I had to buy meat from the grocery store. The first few times, I have to admit, were a little odd feeling.