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Same here in rural Wisconsin. Most people really don't have a clue about chickens anymore, but most are hunters here and don't have a problem with killing and eating something. My wife is from KY, just outside of Cincinnati. We've recently moved from Texas back to my home state of Wisconsin where we have a little place out in the county and she's not quite sure what to make of our new country lifestyle. We had squirrel for dinner last week and I think that was a little too country for her.
Most all my friends are animal lovers and have told me that they will "disown" me if I kill any of my chickens to eat. I don't lie, so when they ask - I tell them the truth...I'm not raising them for meat...but I won't waste them either. They think I'm joking. I'd say 98% of everyone I know is absolutely horrified of the thought of eating something you raised.
You know if the day ever comes when people in this country have to raise and butcher their own meat to survive there will be tons of sickly looking folks walking around eating their weight in bean sprouts
I don't get how the same people that give us fits over eating a 'pet' never stop to realize just how many 'pets' suffer in the hands of their owners. How many dogs and cats and run loose to be posioned, hit by cars and shot, but the birds we raise with respect and even love are not to be humanely processed and eaten?
Go figure.
Disposable society and double standards. *shakes head*
Does it make me a bad human being if I say I can't end my birds lives? I don't have a problem with butchering or plucking or eating them I just can't do the actual deed of ending their lives.
Same as some of you...I don't raise meat birds, but don't believe in waste. I also am HAPPY to take in unwanted roo chicks...even if they are eventually going to the freezer. The will have a good life, with lots of treats, and an occasional scratch/snuggle.
So many people---even in the middle of the city---get chickens and then let them run wild. A few years ago my neighborhood was plagued by a roving flock of attack chickens. Or worse, they get them and then find their kid is "allergic".
So when people ask me what I am going to do with my roos, I tell the truth. My coworkers just laugh, it is like they don't REALLY believe me...