I love my chickens. I love to zone out to my chickens running about the yard. I love their feathers and to look into their eyes, I feel like I am transported back to a primordial cosmic sphere. And with all this cosmic love--I eat their eggs and yes, I eat their meat. I never would have thought, until this year, that I could eat an animal I knew and cared for and raised from a day old chick, that had learned to trust me and that I had picked up hundreds of times, only to kill it. Me, a vegetarian for many years and life long animal obsessive, never would have thought that I would kill and eat one of my pets. But as I age, I think more and more about the sustainability of my farm and the pressures I put on the earth to sustain me. My chickens recycle the waste of my farm and help turn my clay soil into a moist, soft substrate for my vegetables to grow in and more often than not I end up with too many roosters and they peck each other to death or a hen that has eaten one too many of my heirloom tomatoes and that poor little one will find itself in the oven and if you have never had a free range chicken, you are really missing out. I think this year I will get some more just for eating. sorry patrick and all other animal peepz, I love em too but we all die and they had a chill life so its cool. This was my first murder:




1 comments:
LOL. yummy...
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