Our neighbor had a wonderful jersey and they were nice enough to share her milk with us. The cream was wonderful. I was able to make ice cream and butter and the kids loved the milk. So of course, we had to get our own cow.
So he grew into a very large, horned, and angry bull. He was pretty smart. Using his horns, he would pop off all the electric fence insulators, drop the electrified fence to the ground and walk over it to wreak havoc on the ranch. His favorite game was to chase after a very pregnant me. We had to take him to the vet for castration and then wait at least six months for all the testosterone to leave his body, otherwise the meat would have a strong (unpleasant) flavor.
We had him butchered in February. It wasn't an easy thing to do, having raised him from birth, but man, does he taste good!
Since we don't have another steer, we adopted one in May from the local dairy. They cull all the steers and sell them really cheaply. They even dehorned, banded and bottle trained him! The kids named him Meathead.
We brought him home and housed him in the goat barn where he made fast friends with the Nigerian buck born 2 weeks prior.
Flower-bob and Clarabelle weren't too happy with the interloper and they pick on him, so he gets free run of the ranch, which means he mostly follows me everywhere and stands outside the back door moo-ing for me to feed him.