Wednesday, February 16, 2011
All Good Things Come to an End
I took the ram to be processed today. I decided he was going to be our freezer lamb when he was born last February. Some people ask if it makes me sad to eat animals we've raised. My answer is yes, it does make me sad. I teared up when I drove away after dropping him off. I get sad because I watch these animals grow and take care of them and get attached to them. Even though I get sad when they leave, I know it's worth it. I know each animal that lives here and provides something for us (milk, eggs, meat, etc) is well cared for. They live out in the fresh air and sunshine, and eat healthy food. They can run and play. They live much better lives than their counterparts in the bigger-is-better ag industry today.
I also know that we won't waste the meat we get from the animals we raise to eat. We use parts that some people might not think of using (like making stock with chicken feet). This ram's bones will come back for stock or for the dogs. His hide will be tanned and used as a rug or as a seat cushion. I know when we cook lamb, we will appreciate every single bite.
Since we only have an acre, we have to use our space wisely. I can't afford the space for male animals that can't produce for us. I couldn't use the ram for breeding since he was Purl's son. It doesn't make good sense to keep him around because he'd be taking up valuable space. I'm saving space for a natural colored ewe lamb. Hopefully Purl will oblige me and have one for me this year. ;-)
It's still going to be hard not seeing him out in the pasture every day. He was my love bug. He got hugs every single day. I'll definitely miss him.