Reality Check

I attended the National Western Stock Show here in Denver this afternoon for my annual reality check, which is the sad realization that the food we eat does not just magically appear, wrapped in plastic, in the meat section of the grocery store.  It comes from animals like the one in the photograph above, who is giving me what seems like an accusatory look.  A woman standing behind me, possibly the owner, was complaining loudly to her friend about how close I was to the animal's face with my camera, and how people would never do that to someone's baby.  If you think the cow finds that traumatic, just wait until you sell it to the slaughterhouse.  Talk about trauma.