If you have a problem with death or eating meat you might want to skip this next paragraph.
On a farm with animals there is a lot of death, at least as far as I feel about it, of both plants and animals. A couple years ago two of my long time dogs died a few months apart. At the same time we had taken in a calf from an older friend, his wildish dogs had bitten it a couple times, the calf was lame. I thought I could nurse it back to health, turns out leg infections are very hard to heal in cows, after much treatment the calf had to be put down. With those events and maybe processing a few chickens, I don’t remember exactly, I was in tears about death. I told Janisse, I can’t do it anymore. I eventually got past that hard time. If you wish to eat, something has to die, be it plant or animal. I guess if one ate only fruit, vegetables, or nuts from perennials plants then the only thing dying would be the potential for new life. We are tree hugging dirt worshippers and my thinking says even plants experience some sort of feelings. The problem with farming animals and eating them is that you not only knows what goes into the animal or what chemicals don’t, but you get to know that animal. We always give our thanks to the animal when we are about to process it, whether this does anything other than humble us I don’t know. The alternative, if one chooses to eat meat, is to get chemical industrial meat out of a styrofoam package with little to no taste, (as compared to pasture raised animals) with who knows what is in it or how it has been treated. It also means that someone else has to deal with the death of the animal. Today a deer found me. I processed the deer and tomorrow I will cut it up (after it sits in a cooler for 24 hours), package it and put it in the freezer for our use throughout the year. 50 pounds of pure wild raised tasty meat. In a couple weeks I will take some of the meat and make sausage, we have pork fat left from our last hog, along with a lamb that will be ready. We get to eat really great cuts of meat that I would never afford to buy. We waste almost nothing, we boil the bones for broth, we use facia, cartilage, and left over bones along with some organ meat for home made dog food. If I knew how to tan the hide I would.
Today we also put away our Christmas decorations and I cleaned up a pottery mess. A couple weeks ago I got excited about starting ceramics again and I took boxes and boxes of pottery I had been holding onto. I had this idea of having my first sale in a few years. Except the date that I thought was about 10 days away was really only 3 days away, so the sale will happen but not quite yet. I had to pick up wrappings from a couple hundred pieces of pottery. Rain made the late afternoon perfect for reading time.