resident

Chotu

Is an Ox, born on 2003-06-14, who joined us on 2003-11-11.

After being born I was tied next to my Mom and only allowed to nurse from her twice daily for five minutes at a time. It is a wonder I survived the first month when all I would eat is milk. Practically I was starved so the owner could take all the milk. It was torture and I suspect that as a result I am stunted for the rest of my life. After my Mom stopped producing milk, I was unceremoniously pushed out the gate and shooed away. Already weakened by starvation, my chances of survival were pretty slim. I followed some other cows to the vegetable market where we had to fight for scraps. Being weak I was easily pushed aside and hardly got anything to eat. Dejected, I started walking toward the outskirts of town hoping to find somewhere to graze. It so happened that when I stopped at the Care for Cows gate it was feeding time and when the cowherd men saw me in that weakened state, they let me in and I have not missed a meal since.







I have no doubt that it is part of the destiny of the human race in its gradual improvement to leave off eating animals.

Henry David Thoreau