I got to meet the turkeys (Narragansetts; beautiful and entertaining and interactive, especially the tom, who gobbled back each time the farm's owner whistled to him) and the chickens (including a Rhode Island Red who followed us around like a puppy, clucking and begging) and a couple of young steers who will be next spring's young beef.
The farm buys its bull calves from a local dairy farmer, so they are Jerseys. And having just split a pretty little round steak with TBRE for breakfast, I now understand why Jerseys have been the go-to cattle for small farmers for three hundred years. Because their amazing delicious rich milk aside, that was, no kidding, one of the the best steaks I've ever tasted. They're too small to be viable as commercial meat cattle, but if you are just after feeding your family? Yum.
Apparently said dairy farmer is very pleased to be able to sell them to someplace where they will live their short lives in a sunny pasture, rather than a veal hut. And me, I'm a pretty unapologetic meat eater: if I were ideological about it, I'd probably say I was a flexitarian, because I'm perfectly happy with meat-free meals... but as I tried vegetarianism as a teenager and gave it up due to feeling awful, it's apparent that my metabolism demands animal protein and dairy fat. So at the very least I can try to be responsible and aware of what I'm eating.
Also, real food tastes better. I understand the social and economic pressures that led to why we stopped eating it, but I'm profoundly grateful that it's becoming easily available again.