Eating Animals

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A discussion started in the comments section of the previous post, and I decided the topic deserved a post of its own. So, if some of this doesn’t quite make sense, check out the comments from the last entry.

First off, yes, there are many people in this country who hunt for survival. Either they are too poor to afford good food for their families, or they choose to live a more natural hunter/farmer/gatherer lifestyle.

I believe that being a vegetarian or a vegan can be a fabulous choice. I also believe that being an omnivore can be an equally fabulous choice. Notice I say, “can be.” Either way, it all depends on the choices you make everyday. Are you a vegetarian who eats a lot of packaged food? Do you buy fruits shipped from thousands of miles away? Are the potatoes you’re eating sprayed with tons of chemicals? What damage are you causing to the global environment, the plants, animals, and people on a global scale by your choices? Is that damage less than a person who either hunts/farms or who buys locally grown, organic meat and produce merely because you are not directly consuming the flesh of an animal?

I believe that the person who grows/gathers/hunts her own food and the person who buys their food from organically grown, local growers/gatherers/hunters are pretty much at the top of the environmental, ethical, and health wagon. Perhaps at the very tippy top of that group are those who are also vegans, but honestly being a vegan in one of these two categories would be rather difficult. As for vegetarians who are in one of these categories…well, animals are still being eaten out there as the byproducts of the vegetarians’ eggs, milk, and cheese, so I don’t really see the difference between them and the omnivores.

Not everyone can grow/hunt/gather/buy local organic. Andy and I don’t quite a lot of the time. A big issue is cost: I could spend $5 on this local, organic butter, or I could get this crappy butter for $1. We’re kind of broke right now, so crappy butter it is. Another issue is availability. If you live in a city, you probably can’t hunt anything but pigeons, can’t have livestock, and may only have room to grow a pot of herbs. You can still probably find a farmers’ market or local produce stand, though.

I believe that if you are going to shop in the current “American” style and buy most of your food at a typical grocery store, not choosing meat is better environmentally, ethically, and health-ily.

These are my beliefs. We aren’t currently living them, though. We buy most of our food right now at Kroger, including meat. For us it’s partially cost and partially convenience. No farmers’ markets in the winter. Store that sells more local items is a 40+ minute roundtrip drive out of our way. We hope over time to change this as we get our garden in and perhaps start milking the sheep and raising broiler chickens (and maybe start hunting).

However…even when we are grow/hunt/gather/buy local organic–ing most of our food, we will still be killing animals. Even if we decided not to consume meat and just ate eggs and drank milk from our farm animals, we would still have to kill (or sell to be killed) animals.

Eggs: For every female duck / chicken kept for eggs, there is a male bird who is not needed. It is not economical to keep that male bird alive for no reason. Furthermore, most birds stop laying productively after only a year or two. Again, it is not economical to keep those birds alive if they aren’t producing. Not only is it not economical (having to pay for feed and getting nothing in return), it is not physically feasible as eventually you’d have hundreds of birds to house and tend to. Therefor, these birds most usually end up on the dinner plate. We will not be eating our ducks ever because they are quasi-pets (but who knows what happened to their brothers who were hatched out so we could get enough females for our order). If we decide to try and sell eggs at market, though, we would have to cull the flocks.

Milk: Again, for every female goat/sheep/cow used for milk, there is a corresponding male animal that is unnecessary. Also, for an animal to produce milk, she must be bred (I believe once a year?). If there is no market for the resulting offspring, they are also not needed.

It’s nice to think about never having to kill anything to survive, but that’s not how life works and we all know it. You can live in the sanitized world of a city and pretend that eating your soy burger is perfectly harmless, but how did that soy burger get to your plate? How much petroleum, packaging, and chemical fertilizers/pesticides were involved? What effect have those things had on other living things like cute, fuzzy deer?

Finally, when it comes down to the very basics…deer are prey animals.

Humans are hunter (and gatherer/grower) animals.

It’s nature. It’s the way things were made to be.

You don’t have to eat deer or any animal if it feels wrong to you. But to flat-out condemn eating meat and/or hunting is to be ignorant of the larger issues.


Free Meat

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This time last year I was a vegetarian and had been for about four years. Andy was a mostly vegetarian who only ate meat at restaurants. After we moved here we both slowly started eating meat again. Part of the reason was because fresh, happy meat is easier to come by here. But, a bigger part, I think, is that the culture here doesn’t really support vegetarianism. I’m not saying they don’t have vegetarian type stuff here like, um, vegetables, but it just doesn’t seem to fit here as much. Of course, it could be that we see so many cows everyday it just makes us hungry. (Though, we really don’t eat beef much at all.)

Today we got about 15 pounds of frozen venison off of freecycle. The lady got the venison from a friend, but her family refused to eat it. Deer hunting is a big deal around here. Deer are everywhere. Especially on the side of the road squished. One morning on the way into work we saw a deer carcass being devoured by two dogs. Once we saw a deer tossed over the spare tire on someone’s jeep.

While we were waiting this morning to see if we would be the lucky recipients of the free meat, we started pondering hunting. Wouldn’t it be neat to go out and hunt a deer and have our own meat? When I was a vegetarian I never had a problem with people hunting deer. There are so many of them; they need some predators besides cars. They aren’t as hard on the land as cows. They get to run and frolick and be free. They have a good life, and then hunters kill them and eat them. Sounds good to me.

I don’t know if I could hunt (mentally), or if I would be decent enough at it actually catch anything, but it is something I’m pondering. Maybe we can find some hunting mentors who would take us out and teach us the ropes. Or, maybe we’ll just mooch off of freecycle.

Speaking of meat, here are some photos of critters that will not become it.

Pumpernickel hides behind the feeder ’cause she knows it’s medicine time.

The ducks run around going WHEE.


Butcher, baker, candlestick maker

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The last few nights we’ve made bread in the bread machine to have nice fresh bread for sandwiches for lunch. Last night, Andy was the lucky baker. During a commercial break in “House,” Andy jumped up to take the bread out. The smell was wonderful, and we were both salivating over that first slice of hot bread with butter.

Now, the thing with bread makers is that making bread in them is sort of a gamble. If you don’t measure things quite right or if the humidity is wonky or if the moon is in the wrong phase, the bread won’t turn out. It will only rise half way or it will rise so high it pushes the lid open. Sometimes the crust is too done or maybe it’s still a bit mooshy on top. I know I always get a bit nervous when I approach the machine after it beeps completion.

Last night as I sat on the couch under a pile of kitties, I heard Andy in the kitchen say in a sad voice, “The bread didn’t turn out. It’s flat and dense.” I was sad, too, but I figured it’d be salvagable enough to get a pair of sandwiches out of it. But then Andy kept talking, “It appears that…umm…I forgot to add a sort of key ingredient.”

My laughter tossed the kitties off my lap and onto the floor. I laughed and laughed. I told him to take a picture, but he pouted and said no. The poor, yeastless bread was indeed a sad sight at about one inch tall.

I suggested we could cut thin slices off and use them as crackers, but I’m not sure if we have an appropriate hacksaw blade. Instead, I think maybe we’ll feed it to the chickens. I don’t think the ducks could handle it with their rounded bills.


Visit from Fred

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When Andy’s son, Kenny, was only a couple of years old our friend Kim lived with us for a while and spent some time with him. I don’t remember exactly how it came about, but she decided to call him Fred. Sometimes he was okay with the name, and other times he’d stomp a foot and scrunch up his face and wave his arms and bellow, “My name’s not Fred! It’s Kenny!” Alas, he doesn’t seem to remember this anymore.

Fred came for a visit over the holidays for his first stay at Loafkeeper Farm. His first morning we put him to work. He fed chickens…

…and fed sheep…

…and found a neat leaf and ice sculpture…which wasn’t really work but makes a neat picture.

We also did some improvements on the house and got satellite tv.

After all the work was done, we went out to explore one of the local sights, the Dixie Caverns (and campground! and antique mall!) The place was a bit worn and reminded me a little of the cowboy and indian tourist traps out West, but the caves were well taken care of and the tour guide rocked. I wore my glow-in-the-dark alien shirt just in case the lights went out.


Farm Kittens

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I haven’t done a whole lot of knitting lately, but I managed to get these little kittens finished pretty much in time for the holidays. They all now have new homes with a couple of lucky little girls. (At least I think they are lucky. They got a new kitty!)

The pattern was pretty simple, but the details were a bit difficult. I think I finally figured out how to do the faces on the last two. I’m still not sure if the heads and tails will stay on. Hopefully the pieces are too big to be choking hazards.


Dear Santa,

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Dear Santa,

My name is Cabol, and I’m sort of old, but I have been a fairly good girl this year. Mostly. At least, I haven’t been arrested or been given any tickets, so that must count for something, right? How are the reindeer? Do you have any spare reindeer because I bet our sheep would like a reindeer friend. Do reindeer eat hay? We have a lot of hay. Did you know pigs eat hay?

For Christmas I want a great pyrenees puppy, a baby donkey (but not a miniature donkey), or a baby llama. I think I’d most like the puppy, but my honey says I can’t have a puppy. Also, puppies don’t eat hay. I also want a turret added to the house for the kitty boxes, a spinning wheel, and a sawsall.

I hope you know we’ve moved. We don’t have a fireplace now. We do have a chimney, but you don’t want to go down it because it ends up in a wood stove that is sort of buried under stuff and you would probably get stuck.

Oh yeah, and if you can manage it, what I really really really really really really want for Christmas is for someone to buy our other house.

Thanks,
Cabol

P.S. I ate all the cookies, but I’ll leave you some slightly squishy fudge and some blackberry wine.


WSWF: World Sheep Wrestling Federation

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Interesting Facts:

1. Sheep love to eat pine leaves.
2. Pine leaves stay green even after the tree they were on has been cut down for two months.

Here’s proof — sheep eating pine leaves on branches from a tree cut down two months ago.

Sadie and Pumpernickle are still coughing off and on. We thought they were all better, and then they started again. We called the vet about it a while back, and she said it was either pneumonia or allergies. We checked their temperatures (don’t ask), and things seemed to be fine. We figured it was allergies. But, they keep coughing, and coughing is not good for sheep because if they cough too much their girlie parts and/or poopie parts can fall out. So, this morning we decided to start them on a round of antibiotics in the hopes that it will knock out whatever is causing them to cough. If it is indeed allergies, this obviously won’t help. Not sure what we’ll do then.

It’s tough to give sheep medicine. Andy lured them into the barn with grain, and then we tried to close the door. Alas, the doorway was blocked with bedding and we had to push old hay out of the way and wasted precious time. (The grain won’t last forever, you know!) Finally we got the doors shut. I stood to the side with a syringe in one hand and the lantern/flashlight in the other. Andy nonchalantly meandered up to Sadie and GRABBED her. She flung him round and round and finally he sat on her and got her still. When she realized she wasn’t going to get away, she drug Andy back over to the feeder so she could munch grain. I snuck up and jabbed the syringe in her leg, and we were done. Pumpernickle was next, and the dance was pretty much identical.

The whole time we were chasing and jabbing, the non-chased girl sheep were running around, but Sydney just kept munching. Doo-doo-doo. That’s Sydney. He’s the friendliest of the sheep by far. He’ll eat out of your hand.

And he’ll even give you a smoochie!


Don’t quit yer day job

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Yesterday morning we were cleaning house when a knock came at the door. In the city, when you aren’t expecting someone and the door bell rings, you can usually count on some unwanted bother: sales people, politicians, religious folks. Out here, it’s just plain strange and startling. My first instinct is to run and hide. (Especially after that time the weird fruit tree homeless guy bugged my mom while I was at work.) Andy answered the door, and I heard something about trees (AIE!) and then the person left.

Turns out, someone wanted to buy a Christmas tree!! So, Andy went hunting for a saw and went down the hill to the tree patch by the barn where we actually managed to trim a few dozen trees in the summer. We decided not to sell trees this year because we didn’t get many trimmed into shape and, well, honestly I don’t want to spend my weekends sitting in a cold shack waiting for people to come by to get a tree.

When Andy came back up after the folks found their tree and got it in the back of their van, he told me the story of how these folks ended up knocking on our door. It was a grandma and her son and granddaughter, and they had bought a tree here for the last few years. They even came out last year and trudged through the snow to find a tree. They’d looked around at trees in Roanoke this year, but they couldn’t find a tree they liked. The little girl said, “I want to go to the field of trees!” So, they drove out to our place. They were confused not to see the any sign of tree sales, so they drove on up to the house to see what was up.

It was neat to sell a tree, and it hit home that we probably really should have tried to sell trees this year because now all the “return” customers probably have found a new tree place. C’est la vie.

In other farm-type news, I’ve sold five dozen duck eggs at work in the last few weeks. There’s a lady there who told me she’d pretty much buy whatever we had, so we have some regular income from the farm. (HAHA, $2.50 a dozen, about a dozen a week, so yes it’s regular but noone around here is quitting his/her day job!)

All the critters are doing okay, and we haven’t had any more chicken disappearances/deaths. I still think the silkie will return one day with a suitcase covered in stickers from the far-off-places she’s been to.

Haven’t taken many photos lately, but for your viewing pleasure here’s the ducks splashing about in their pool a few weeks ago, back before things started being frozen.


Operation Bathroom Spiffication

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About two weeks ago, Andy dragged me to the Habitat for Humanity store…it’s kind of like the Reuse Center in AA, but not quite as cool. We were looking for an exterior door with windows to put in the living room. It’s too cold to leave the back door open, but we both really like the extra light. So, we thought, how about a door with windows? The only door we found that was the right size had a creepy doorknob that didn’t work and wouldn’t really come out too easily. We found another door we liked, but it was about an inch too wide. We walked around the store while we pondered if it was worth it to try and cut it down.

One of my favorite areas of the store is the tile room. We headed there next. They have tons of ceramic tiles, but most are white or off white or some nasty color. This time, though, we found some groovy green tiles…and then some groovy yellow tiles. They are sorta like lemon and lime colors. Not all the green ones match exactly, and the little tiles we found to go around the top definitely don’t all match, but it’s close enough. We managed to find enough to hopefully tile about halfway up the walls in the upstairs bathroom. We’ll paint above that. We also want to put in tile floors, but I think we’ll have to buy those from a real place because I have in mind what I want, and I doubt they’ll show up at the HforH store. Good thing the room has little floor space, so it shouldn’t be too pricey.

After we had paid (10 cents a tile, bay-bee!), we were headed out when we saw this:

If you look closely at the left front foot, you’ll see it’s broken. No problem. The vanity is sort of high, so noone will even notice when all the feet are taken off. Then, it’s good as new. The sink on top is a nice, heavy ceramic sink that sits into the top of the vanity. The vanity itself seems to be made fairly well; it is probably laminated particle board or something, but it’s very very nice. We should be able to use our old faucet on it for now, but eventually we’d like to get something a little more cool.

Then, last week, we were at Lowes and spotted the clearance shower curtain section. The shower curtain that was left in the upstairs bathroom was very girly and froofy and had roses in all phases of blooming on it. There were some that were sort of open that looked to me like giant monsters with gaping mouths. It was kinda scary. But hey, Lowes had shower curtains on clearance! Andy was really entranced with this one curtain: pink background with little purple crowns all over it. He was very excited that there were even matching purple crown hooks to hang the curtain. Then he noticed…the curtain had “Princess” written on it over and over and over again between the purple crowns. Even then, he hesitated putting the curtain back. Those purple crowns were really calling his name, I guess.

We ended up with this one. You can see Andy holding up some of the tiles in front of the curtain. Not sure if they go together, but the curtain will probably fall apart before we get around to putting the tile in.


Go Hokies…?

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Around 4:00 this afternoon, I looked out the window of the building where I work and watched a couple of guys standing on the sidewalk, huddled around a grill drinking beer. Nearby, one of the parking spots had another grill…this one blazing orange flames. My coworkers had almost all fled. The campus was closed, and the stadium was open.

I’ve never been a sports fan, but I did develop a fondness for the Wolverines. Maybe one day I will feel a similar fondness for the Hokies, but right now I have a hard time believe that day will come. When I was in high school, a lot of my friends applied to VT, and all I could do was laugh at them for choosing to attend a school whose mascot was a turkey. A turkey? You can call them the fighting gobblers all you want, but when you get down to, you’re talking turkey. And Hokie? How hokie! (Have I said this all before here? I’ll probably say it again.)

Every now and then VT has a home game on a Thursday evening. All the non-essential workers get kicked out of work an hour early. I guess that’s not so bad, but it is sort of creepy how it happens. I could feel the tension as my coworkers tried to finish up so they would make it outside to move their cars before the tow trucks came by. The word was, if your car wasn’t gone by 4:15, you’d be walking home. It was like that episode in Buffy where Cordelia wishes Buffy never came to Sunnydale and so Sunnydale gets taken over by vampires and all the school kids have to run home so they aren’t caught outside after dark.

“Run, run! They’re coming!”
“But I dropped my lunchbox!”
“No, don’t stop! Don’t turn around! They’re coming!!!”

But I wasn’t afraid. Nope, not me. I was a Sunnydaler with no blood, or in this case a VT employee with no car.