Happy Days, A Point of Order

The first being her now bestest buddy, Good Friday! At just 18 kg of bony infancy and with her big doe eyes, Happy Days could easily be mistaken for a deer. And in her desperate need for her mumma, she could well be a small child.

But she is not.

She is a bobby calf who entered this world by the cruellest of means. You see, cows do not, as many wrongly believe, simply produce milk by virtue of being a cow, for like all mammals, they will only produce milk in order to feed THEIR baby.

Those very babies are separated from their loving mummas shortly after birth so the milk intended for their offspring can be forcibly taken for human use.

And if little Happy Days’ pleading tongue peeking through her cheery toothy grin is not enough to tug at your heart strings, perhaps her story will.

Born one of a twin, her sibling passing away shortly after birth, Happy Days was too born with without a tail. By what genetic misfiring caused this to occur, along with her misplaced vulva, we shall never know.

But what we do know is that separating loving mummas from their beloved babies, for our ends and not theirs, is a point of order our society urgently needs to address.

For in this, the 21st century, one must ask why are we, as adult humans, consuming milk and dairy products of another species? An act that causes untold animal suffering, environmental degradation, human health issues, and consumes vast resources inconsistent with outputs.