Man, I wouldn't want to be one of California's 'happy cows'. Apparently when they can't make good cheese anymore, they forklift 'em off to the Great Beyond. Of course, I make you a bet that those guys working there were paid close to minimum wage, and told to get as many cows into that plant as possible, as quickly as possible. I'm sure they were just thinking they were being resourceful. You get what you pay for, though, I suppose.
When things like this happen, though, I couldn't be prouder of the way we do things on Broken B. I know EXACTLY how our cattle are treated, because I'M the one doing it (and by 'I', what I mean is 'my family and I'). In fact, when we have to hire extra hands to help, the first consideration we have is how that person will work with our cows. Hey consumers, when you get tired of buying beef that's had God-only-knows-what done to it, let me know. There's no better looking, healthier, happier cows, and no better tasting, more humanely raised beef than what comes off the rolling hills of Broken B Farms.
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