My sister is the same way. She loves to live in this fantasy world where the cow fairy just magically waves a wand or something and the meat just appears on those little pink squares in the grocery store overnight !! I bet if you didn't eat for a week you'd not be so selective on which freezer that chicken came from
It's an emotional bond, many people get that way, especially if you raised it, you KNOW it's going to die, you KNOW it's being raised for dinner but when the day comes, ooh I can't. I am told that if you kiss the chicken on the lips and say good bye honey, they forgive you and all is well! Should try it maybe?
Now that's an idea, a chicken kissing contest, first place, a case of Salmonella all to yourself!
Aaron
I do not raise my birds for meat. I raise them for eggs and for yard art/eye candy. If I was raising a bird specifically to eat it, it would be different. I spend time with them and the breeders have names and history because of their parents and grandparents. Even the young birds develop their own quirks and personalities. If I was raising them for meat I wouldn't spend any time with them. I'd dump food in there and wait until it was time to butcher them and have someone else do it, because I quite frankly have no desire to spend time slaughtering, scalding, plucking, etc.
I am very aware of where meat comes from. That doesn't mean I'm outside doing this to the trees in my yard....
That being said my grandmother and I agree on one thing. So long as I can go to the store and buy a bird, I'm not cleaning one. I've never seen her more furious than when she came home to three partially cleaned cockerels in her kitchen because my grandfather decided he wanted to try his hand at butchering. She told him to enjoy cleaning up his mess and cooking them. Because she'd have a sandwich.
