Taking Care of Sacred Beasts
In my part of the world, cows are considered holy. You treat them with respect; it’s not just an animal, or a beast of burden, it’s an angel with hooves.
You don’t take their milk. They wander freely and we let them eat whenever and whatever they like. They breed when they want and we leave them alone when they’re giving up their calves – they don’t like to be disturbed, it’s a precious, sacred ritual which humans just mess up.
There are harsh punishments for anyone who interferes with them, or causes them stress. Because they’re our life blood, our holy cows.
If you nurture a cow like this, it becomes something other, a serene creature at peace, not like the ones raised in barns on big farms. Let them spend their days eating all your best crops and growing big and fat.
That’s what makes the best steak. Ribeye, black and blue, rump and fillet, you name it, we got it. On an Australian cattle ranch, the cow is God.