- Oct 13, 2008
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I could not kill my chickens. Just wasn't raised that way. I understand the need, but I just can't. I'll give them to a hungry family if they get aggressive. I actually don't eat them either. It just bothers me. To each his own.
I wasnt raised eating our birds either. i taught myself to do it later on as an adult. i wanted the experience of a close connection, as well as to be able to take more personal responsibility in shepherding the full life-cycle of my familys birds. Theres also the simple practical matter of what to do with a coop full of hens no longer laying--the only responsible alternatives are to feed them for their entire natural lives (which for us is not economically viable), to give them away to someone else to eat (which isnt alwsys an option, but when it was alwsys made me feel like an fool when i thought about giving away so much good food and then BUYING expensive frozen organic chicken), or slaughtering and eating them yourself (which just seemed the only viable option left).
Now my wife helps me slaughter, and she wasn't "raised that way" either. but she is a practacal, frugal person who sees the sense of it and also enjoys participating in the full cycle of raising the animals, from cooing over the babies, to daily care of the birds, to culling the flock.
To each their own, of course, but its worth examining why we do or feel the things we do and encouraging ourselves to adapt to circumstances and rise to the occassion sometimes when its appropriate, even if it means getting outside one's comfort zone. This stuff isnt hardwired.
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