This is Blackie — a bit blurry vision of him, but it’s hard to get a clear picture since he and Spot, his companion steer, move their heads a lot as you feed them alfalfa cubes. You can see his right eye clearly, though. Blackie and Spot are not supposed to have names because they are being raised for slaughter, but they do have names now. It would be tacky to call them Thing 1 and Thing 2 as in Dr. Seuss.
A cow, I have learned, is a female bovine. A bull is a male, and a steer is a castrated male. In biblical terms, a steer is a eunuch; though not a eunuch made for the Kingdom of Heaven (Mt 19.12), but a eunuch made for the Kingdom of Meat. Being ‘raised for slaughter’ sounds awful until I remember that one day my own body will go to a crematorium as fuel for hungry fire. Our bodies all end up as fuel for someone or something.
I love Blackie’s eyes. What does he see out of them? Looking at his eyes reminds me of a comment by Montaigne, who wondered if he was more of an amusement to his cat than she was to him. Which illustrates a principle in ethics: learn to see things from another set of eyes.