Sunday was one the most intense days of my life. When one thinks back on the moments that changed your life, many of them involve a birth, or a death. I have several moments of these with the humans in my life. To those moments of great importance, I now add death experiences with animals that I raised, cared for and nurtured to the day of their death on my farm.
This may seem an oxymoron- raised and cared for, nurtured, and then KILLED!? I have to allow that- this is a contradiction in many ways. I welcome discussion about the ethics of eating animals. because I am gonna tell you that I am practicing what I preach on my farm. Know your food, acknowledge that it was an animal, and know how it lived. Don’t eat misery. Don’t eat without deep thoughts, because that which you ingest is going to nourish you, and I can’t imagine what kind of nourishment you would get from miserable animals.
Thanksgiving will never be the same for me, nor for the amazing people who came out and processed their own bird with me. I owe everyone a round of applause for a job well done, well thought out, and enjoyed. Thank you.