Saturday is the day that we will process the next 150 chickens here on our farm. I don't like processing day. I don't like animals dying, and I don't really like the loooonnng day of work that it will encompass. But I like meat. And I like seeing animals raised correctly. And I like seeing the fruits of our labor come to fruition.
From JB:
"Our pasture-raised, organic-fed chickens lounging around getting fat and happy. They are moved to fresh grass three times a day. They are one week from processing which we do here on the farm. If one is going to eat meat, I can't really think of a more humane way to raise it."
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Last night I dreamed you were raising elephants and rhinoceroses on your farm. And they escaped (because I went into a pen to play with some puppies and left the gate open). The scene must've been inspired by your pix of the boys playing with puppies, but I don't know where the elephants came from. I also don't know how you rounded them up because when things get complicated in my dreams, I quietly wander off into some other dream segment, leaving wanton destruction in my wake. So good luck if you decide to go into raising REALLY large animals; and don't leave visitors in charge of any gates!
I promise I closed the gate when I left this evening! lol
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