Pretty sure my mother and I would have a discussion about that.... And then I'd tell the child the facts of life. Things live, things die. Sometimes we raise things and they die by our hand, but that is why we are raising them. When my boys were kids, animals came and animals went. We got a week-old calf from someone who had gotten rid of all his milk cows. The boys named this calf (that was bottle-fed and pretty much hand-raised) Butch. "Because we're gonna butcher him anyway, Mom."I haven't gotten any meat chickens yet, but my mother and aunt just can not understand how I could raise a chicken only to "murder a poor trusting, defenseless chicken". Keep in mind they have no problem going to the store and eating the chicken from there because "It doesn't have a name and they don't have to look at its face". My mother has even told my DD that "It's sad your mother wants to murder chickens. Won't that make you sad when she kills the chickens?".It drives me crazy!!![]()
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