my first and oldest duck died today 😔 I loved her, but I plucked and gutted her and now she's waiting to be roasted this weekend. RIP Frankie. Working on getting pigs to breed, geese laying on nest, hens laying almost daily. Almost ready for an apocalypse...still have to put down seeds in the garden..
Funny story—my folks used to have a really old one named “Granny”. She had a sway back but she was such a good cow mom, we kept her until she was super old. One day, they called the mobile butcher out to turn Granny into hamburger, but we didn’t want the younger kids to see them kill the cow, so Mom was supposed to take them into town. But she got a phone call and didn’t get out in time (this was long before cell phones, obviously) and my little brothers saw them shoot the old cow. As Mom was peeling out of the driveway, they started screaming, “THEY JUST SHOT GRANNY!” They told this to everyone—we had a lot of ‘splaining to do about who “Granny” actually was. LOL
She might taste great. But I know with every synchopated chew my mind would be screaming "granny, granny..." and I would see granny looking at me in my mind's eye.. And that would gross me out.
I did cry a little, and had to cover her head to make the first cut...but it was a better option for me than to waste the meat or bury her for a dog/possum/raccoon to dig up...
my first and oldest duck died today 😔 I loved her, but I plucked and gutted her and now she's waiting to be roasted this weekend. RIP Frankie. Working on getting pigs to breed, geese laying on nest, hens laying almost daily. Almost ready for an apocalypse...still have to put down seeds in the garden..
I could never eat a pet...I think. Maybe I'm not starving enough. I cant kill something that looks at me with those sweet eyes.
Funny story—my folks used to have a really old one named “Granny”. She had a sway back but she was such a good cow mom, we kept her until she was super old. One day, they called the mobile butcher out to turn Granny into hamburger, but we didn’t want the younger kids to see them kill the cow, so Mom was supposed to take them into town. But she got a phone call and didn’t get out in time (this was long before cell phones, obviously) and my little brothers saw them shoot the old cow. As Mom was peeling out of the driveway, they started screaming, “THEY JUST SHOT GRANNY!” They told this to everyone—we had a lot of ‘splaining to do about who “Granny” actually was. LOL
She might taste great. But I know with every synchopated chew my mind would be screaming "granny, granny..." and I would see granny looking at me in my mind's eye.. And that would gross me out.
I did cry a little, and had to cover her head to make the first cut...but it was a better option for me than to waste the meat or bury her for a dog/possum/raccoon to dig up...