I agree. If eating meat has always been a natural thing in the family, then an attitude of naturalness should be fostered around raising and killing that meat as well. That's where this current society has really messed up and they even promote bad feelings about killing the meat in a pure peer pressure way.
I have siblings that grew up killing meat and eating it, still eat meat every day...but they call me a "murderer" when I kill my chickens. What in the world? How did that happen? Because they want the world to love them and think they are gentle and compassionate while they dip their chicken McNugget in BBQ sauce, that's how.
Why in the world should anyone feel bad about killing a chicken if they've been eating chicken all their lives? What sense does that even make, I ask you? A person needs to explore just why they have come to believe the lie that it's okay to eat meat, just not okay to raise up and kill the meat before eating of it. It's all a lie, built on lies.
The same goes for naming things. The world will tell you that, if you name something, you should not eat that thing with a name.
What kind of messed up thinking and logic is that? Cheese has a name...it's cheese. It can even be called Kraft cheese.
A name is just a word to denote an object and define it more clearly than a generic class of "chicken". Which chicken? Well, the black chicken. Oh...they are all black. Which black chicken? Lucy? Yeah...her! She's the one with the wonky tail feathers but it's just easier to call her Lucy than "that black chicken that stands out from the other black chickens because she has that wonky tail feather".
All the drama, all the weird or bad feelings? That's all triggered from peer pressure of the media, your co-workers, your family, your school mates, etc. If we are going to teach our children to stand up to peer pressure, it starts in something as basic as our food and how we produce or obtain the food the family eats. In a world that screams "tolerance' all the time like a battle cry, where is the tolerance for those wanting to be honest about what they are eating? I'm eating my chicken. The one I raised from a darling little chick, gave a name, cared for carefully in season and out of season until it was her time to die and be food for my family. That's as honest as it gets if you eat chicken in this life.
That's all it really takes, being honest to your children and teaching them to be honest with themselves and with others. There's an integrity about standing up and taking back the right to grow and kill your own meat that those people who eat meat that arrived under cellophane will never understand.... and what they don't understand, they revile. They are not strong, so they hate the strong. They do not have integrity, so they hate integrity. Let them hate and do it anyway, because you eat meat and shouldn't have to apologize to anyone for that, no more than they do when they eat meat.
That stiff upper lip? It sits on top of a smile.
That's why my granddaughter clapped her little hands and said, "YAY!" when I killed a rabbit in front of her this past fall. She had never seen an animal killed up until then and was probably too young to even know what was happening. How did she know to do that? Because it came natural to her and I gave her positive reinforcement for that very natural action.... taught her that this is a normal activity that Granny does to put meat in the jar and nothing to mourn or feel weird about.