One of the slips was my daughter's Gil-Bird. She doesn't know about it yet.....That said, this is the little girl who had a calf named Hamburger who sucked her thumb, even when he was grown, and who wanted to know if her burger was "Hamburger" hamburger. When answered in the affirmative, she quipped, "He sure does taste good!" As long as he is properly roasted, she will be fine with the demise of ol' Gil-Bird.![]()
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Sounds a bit like my family. From the day we brought home the first chicks, I started teaching my girls, six and eight at the time, that once they stopped laying, they would become dinner. When we purchased our three turkeys early this year, they named them Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter. There was never any doubt as to when and where they'd end up. The enjoyed them all the same, though. With our recent venture in to rabbits, that same thing is happening. It was always that the first batch of parents were "safe" and wouldn't go to Camp Freezer unless something ended up wrong, and all of the kits would become dinner. That's changed slightly with this first litter so far. The doe turned out to be aggressive towards the kits, so she'll be butchered here shortly. Meanwhile, the new brother and sister may stay to become parents. We haven't finished deciding yet. An aggressive doe was not what I expected, especially from our first mother. But hey, the girls have gone with it and are ready to move on.
I guess it helped that I started joking around about "chihuahua tacos" shortly after their Mom and I started dating at five and seven. They've even asked for that as a meal a few times. But alas, it's a bit difficult to find that particular species in the meat markets around here... My wife said her new dog will not be rehomed if he doesn't work out, however. He gets to join the six roosters that are on vacation in the frozen wastelands. I'm just waiting for them to ask for Bambi and Black Stallion for dinner...
Want not, waste not, right?