Weetamoo93
Songster
Short answer: I still eat chicken and PLAN to eat my own.
Long answer:
Back in college, I took a broiler class as an elective. I was an Animal and Dairy Science major, but I loved poultry as well and took a few classes to make up my hours. The class had a project flock we raised from day old chicks til processing. I put in extra time with that flock, not because I was attached, but because I cared, often picking up the slack of classmates who treated it like a chore.
When processing day came, I wasn't dreading it because that's what we'd raised them for. But I was wholly displeased with the process. Even mad. It was so mechanical and impersonal and didn't always seem to function properly, if you catch my drift, because it was a "one-size-fits-most" process. Another student and I were very upset because of this and brought it up to the teacher and staff, but they were oblivious to it.
That was the moment I decided I wanted to raise my own. I knew processing day may be difficult, but I also knew that I wasn't giving up meat due to that experience. I had to prove there was a proper way to do it that respected the animal.
Like others have stated, I want the animal that provides meat for my family to have a good life and one bad moment. I want to know that only the barest minimum of that animal is considered "waste" and properly returned to the earth to nourish new life.
I'm striving for true dual purpose birds, though my first generation of Plymouth Rock hens are laying more like a laying breed. I'd rather my hens extend their laying life over the years than drop as many eggs as physically possible in the first few and my cocks to be alert but not aggressive toward my family. We'll probably end up with a pet or two every so often, but the majority will be retired to the table.
It's a project for certain, but it's my passion.
Long answer:
Back in college, I took a broiler class as an elective. I was an Animal and Dairy Science major, but I loved poultry as well and took a few classes to make up my hours. The class had a project flock we raised from day old chicks til processing. I put in extra time with that flock, not because I was attached, but because I cared, often picking up the slack of classmates who treated it like a chore.
When processing day came, I wasn't dreading it because that's what we'd raised them for. But I was wholly displeased with the process. Even mad. It was so mechanical and impersonal and didn't always seem to function properly, if you catch my drift, because it was a "one-size-fits-most" process. Another student and I were very upset because of this and brought it up to the teacher and staff, but they were oblivious to it.
That was the moment I decided I wanted to raise my own. I knew processing day may be difficult, but I also knew that I wasn't giving up meat due to that experience. I had to prove there was a proper way to do it that respected the animal.
Like others have stated, I want the animal that provides meat for my family to have a good life and one bad moment. I want to know that only the barest minimum of that animal is considered "waste" and properly returned to the earth to nourish new life.
I'm striving for true dual purpose birds, though my first generation of Plymouth Rock hens are laying more like a laying breed. I'd rather my hens extend their laying life over the years than drop as many eggs as physically possible in the first few and my cocks to be alert but not aggressive toward my family. We'll probably end up with a pet or two every so often, but the majority will be retired to the table.
It's a project for certain, but it's my passion.