See ya, fellas.

today at around noon or so, the boys across the street went to meet their maker, via what sounded like a high-powered rifle. a pickup towing a mobile butchershop trailer, and their intrepid pilots made short work of the boys; it was less than fifteen minutes from the time i heard the shots fired to the time the trailer pulled out of the lot with twelve quarters of beef.

i'm glad they weren't hauled away to a slaughterhouse with chutes, stress, confusion, and pain.

i'm happy that there were only three shots to take out three giant animals.

i'm happy that the last space they had was their big, green, wide open field, and they went out together.

it looks like they do things a bit differently out here on the west coast. i'm glad.