Location: Cache Valley, zone 4b, Irrigated, 9" rain in badlands.
posted 1 year ago
This summer, after a family party, we were butchering rabbits at my place when the nieces and nephews started arriving unexpected from a number of different families. They weren't the slightest bit traumatized by the proceedings. They watched. They touched. They took body parts. Whatever. It was just a normal family activity.
My brother raises 3 turkeys per year, and they are named -- Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas. Always exactly 3 birds. The same names every year.
My kids have always dealt with the fact that they're food. We name them. We still eat them. Sometimes they'll tell me an animal is being mean and we need to eat it. Sometimes at dinner they'll ask if we are eating "insert animal name here". We hug and pet our pigs and refer to how yummy they will be. No problems. They're 5 and 7 now.
Our family, however, never wants to hear about the Thanksgiving turkeys life, or death. I don't get it.
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