As for the rest of the weekend, well you met Charles and you met Red. Well Charles is doing much better, thanks for asking.
Through my amazing powers of deduction I have pretty much figured out that the perpetrator of Charles' lost toe was Rosie. Rosie is a another rooster. Rosie was purchased as a hen, but upon her rather disappointing development as she got older, it was quite evident that Rosie is indeed a rooster.
I believe that in the spirit of Spring, young Charles' amorous feelings led him to frolic with one of the hens, which angered Evil Rosie, so he bit his toe off. Not acceptable. But even worse was on Sunday morning when I found dear old Red bleeding in the corner of the hen house (not ROOSTER house). Her foot was also cut, but nothing was missing. Rosie the beast commenced to pushing her out of the door and she was trying so very hard to get away from him. So the die was cast. His fate was sealed. Ol' Rosie was banished from the hen house, but to what end you ask? Well this is a farm and I do need to be farmer like. So I did it. Well, ok no I didn't, but my husband did it. Rosie the Rooster will be no longer a perpetrator of domestic violence against Red or Charles or the Weird Chickens or the Young Ones,
Rosie the Rooster will be supper.
Which brings me to this question. How far removed are we from our food? It was hard to do this and I didn't even do it, my husband did. But I am cooking IT as we speak. Is it hard because we knew this chicken? This chicken had a name? I do know that if there were no choice, if we couldn't run to the store and buy a pale bird in plastic wrap for $5.00, I would have no conscience in this regard. Off with his head and no remourse, my kids need to eat. However, of course that's not the case. We can go to the market. It is hard to justify the taking of a life.
I relish the choices I have made to lead the life I lead. I am proud of my sufficiency and am grateful for the strengh it takes to be who I am. And sometimes I am ashamed of that very same thing.
Well enough of that... I need to make a pink quilt (would it be tacky to throw in a package of Daisy shavers?)
Smiles from the farm,
Lisa
I forgot about that side of farming (sigh). But anyway,
ReplyDeletecongrats on the newborn Auntie, and where DOES bad guy go??
This is something I struggle with a bit myself. It is one of the reasons I never give the meat wethers names. The way I look at it is, the animals I have raised for food I KNOW they had a good life. Until they got to weight they had plenty of food, good care and a large pasture with grass and sunshine, I can't say I know that about the food I buy from the grocery store. There is a good chance that animal might have had a horrible life in a feed lot or small pen so as long as we are going to eat meat I feel like we are promoting humane farming by raising our own food. We also know what is in it or rather what is not in it, antibiotics & other drugs.. because we raised it. Still it isn't easy sometimes!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Jennifer. 110% agree.
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