Spent the morning planning the butchering and breeding schedule for animals on the farm. It's funny how some people are so unwilling to accept the reality of a farm. I posted this on Facebook and one of my friends wrote back that she was upset and thought the animals were all pets.
My view is this...I love my animals. I don't love the idea of killing them, but it is a part of their purpose. Every morning I go out to feed, I take the time to give belly rubs and ear scratches. I sit in the pens with my creatures and talk with them...or listen to them. We have a friendship, a personal relationship. And I truly love them. I would grieve if they died. But there is a difference between death and butcher.
Kevin is scheduled to go to Butcher Boys the week of the 21st. I'm sure that I will be sad to say goodbye, but I will say goodbye and I will not grieve. I know that he has had the best possible care and attention that I could give him in his life. It is now his turn to fulfill his purpose.
I explained this to my friend like this. The pork chops that she buys at the store were most likely from a pig that grew up on a feed lot. The pig wasn't special. It wasn't named. It had to belly rubs or ear scratches. It was just a pig. My pig is loved. He will still be pork chops, but it seems like a better life than a feed lot.
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