Hey, meat eaters, where do you think you're going? You need to stay here and read this. If it icks you out too much to think of your meat as being dead animals, you probably should get over it or stop eating meat. Because that's what meat is: D-E-A-D A-N-I-M-A-L-S. I've long held the idea that people who eat meat should, at some point in their lives, either observe or, better yet, participate in the process of turning living animals into food, specifically animals you intend on eating personally. I find the disconnect that so many people have of meat just being meat extremely disrespectful to the animal that gave its life for human consumption. After all, how can you be grateful for its ultimate sacrifice, if you can't even acknowledge what it is? Not to mention that if you think animals come in nice, clean, pretty packaging in the store, how do you know under what conditions that animal lived and died (hint: it was far, far worse than what I'm going to describe here if you are buying factory farmed meat at the store!)?
|drawing by Patricalynn of Allure of Hearth and Home|
When I first got there, I didn't know what I was doing. I quickly discovered that I was glad not to be the person actually killing the chickens, not because of any sort of moral dilemma, but because the method being used was to poke them in the brain before slitting their throat, something that my sensitive stomach churned at, even though it is supposed to be a more humane way to do it, since they are braindead by the time they bleed out or something. My mom was also helping with this project, and had some prior experience with chicken butchering, so she was taking the lead on showing me what to do. In the meantime, when she was working on the first chicken, the owner of the chickens, who was doing the actual slaughtering, handed off the next one to me, by the feet, so its head was down by my thigh.
I was watching my mom and trying to learn what I was supposed to do, but my mind sometimes wanders. If you ever have seen the television show Scrubs, that's the kind of mind wandering I'm talking about. I was just contemplating zombie chickens and half expecting the chicken I was holding to come back to life and bite my thigh on its way to going for my brains (since it didn't have any brains anymore. See how that kind of makes sense?), when the zombie chicken attacked for real! Okay, so it didn't really bite me or go for my brain, but you know how the expression "running around like a chicken with their head cut off" is based on reality? Well, this chicken couldn't run anywhere, since I was holding on to its legs, but it sure was trying to go somewhere! It was flapping like crazy! You know the expression "that scared the crap out of me?" Okay, in this case, it really was just an expression, but it scared the something out of me! It took me a good long while, and another zombie attack, before I could finally came down enough to hang it up to be processed.
This post is already getting quite long, so I think I'm going to save the rest of this two day adventure for another day, if you are interested, that is. Would you be interested in reading a Part 2 of When Zombie Chickens Attack? This was all in the first half hour of the adventure, so there is plenty more I could share!