I find this story to be a wonderfully illustrative example of the stupidity of these people.
About 1 BLOCK down the Street is the “Dairy Barn” where you can visit the Dairy herds that exhibitors have brought to Des Moines for the prestigious Fair competition.
These animals (and Dairy herds in general) are treated like no other livestock on the face of the planet. They are pampered, washed, brushed, and doted upon by their owners. They bring the little babies along to the fair and put up signs ASKING people to pet them, take photos, etc...because they want them to be docile and completely accepting of humans so that they grow up to be friendly cows.
The fact that they targeted the Butter Cow (which is created each year specifically to promote that industry)...is just hilarious. Of course, they could have “painted” some of cattle further down the Street...those that are bred to be future steak...but they would have had to deal with real animals and their very real owners (who often sleep overnight in the barns next to them).
Are they envisioning that they are going to “free” the pampered Dairy cows into the wild? That would be quite the event....the herd would probably find the nearest farm and politely ask to take up residence.
It is my fondest wish that they screw up someday and blunder into the Holstein bull exhibit.
Nastiest damn cattle on earth.
I’d love to see them “free” one of those big boys.
[or, alternatively, mosey out here to hillbilly heaven and pull this crap at one of our many ag fairs]
:)
I had to laugh last month when, on a bike ride, I led him up a back road to the first night of the Franklin county fair.
We parked the Harleys and wandered around the livestock tents.
We had to go through the Holstein tent to get my faves, the Jerseys and Himself remarked as we passed the spotted ladies “Wow. They’re huge. They look a lot smaller in a field.”
A lot of people don’t realize just how big a dairy cow is.
Short version. Years back when I was ED at Off-Road.com, the Animal Liberation front put out a wanted poster with mu pic after following me on a Barstow to Vegas protest rife.
They couldn’t find my address, so they put my pic with my boss’s address...and he lived in Hawaii.
Needless to say I was never found. Smart they ain’t.
Thanks for telling about the Dairy Barn—it sounds like fun and a great photo opportunity!