She was born in our stable. At first every attempt to get her out turned into a panicky kicking and a forced march. She was afraid of leaves, wind, birds. Her first delivery was very hard. The vet said that she would not be able to have more calves. This meant that Betty will have less and less milk. After 2 years she developed udder infection and completely lost milk. Nothing can go to waste on a farm. Betty was killed for meat. The grandparents decided that she was their last cow.