there is an odd disconnect between us and where our food comes from.I've tried to explain about how supermarket chickens are really raised and about the specific breeds they use but they're so damn disconnected they found it hilarious. How crazy to think they're happy to eat pork chops and chicken tenders but don't even realise where they're from!!
I'm sure it's one of the reasons my family have pushed me so far aside, they disagree with where I live and how I choose to live. My kids aren't complaining, they absolutely love it so I try to think about that instead.
You're spot on really, thank you for the reassurance I appreciate it.
Now, mind you, I choked up when I considered giving two laying hens away that are just about turning one. I am realizing that 5 hens for 3 people is a lot of eggs when one does not regularly eats eggs (at least one a day)
Because I named them and even being busy I spent a little time watching their crazy antics.
I am sure they will fall off the roos due to old age, long after the last egg has been laid.
There are however people who will ask you in all seriousness why you are so mean and kill your own meat when you can just buy those neat little packages at the market where no animals got hurt
I wish I was kidding.
then you get to explain where the little shrink-wrapped meat portions come from (not the meat fairy!)
I am a wimp. I know how to, but I am sure I will close to never kill a chicken.
I love eating meat. it's yummie.
And I am fine with my double standard. I just wish I could buy meat from a local producer (one ByBer is opening a farm relatively near by, maybe I shop there in the nearer future?)
But this is the reason why I am not getting rooster, straight runs, or hatching eggs.
I chanced it with my RIR. I was fully expecting to get a little roo. Luckily the chick was female (and produces a lovely big eg almost every day) she is a pill sometimes though.