Mutton on the menu again

[Alex22]

I don't think it's the killing of animals for food or even using their organs to help people.  It's just the raising of pigs and goats etc yourself,  getting to know them, then taking them on their last journey.  I'm not knocking your choices Traveller, I'm just saying I couldn't do it. 

[crabbyob]

the thing is Alex, you could do it, if you were required to
i'm not saying you might do it easily, but you could do it...
the people who do do it dont look at the lamb as a lovely little pet
it is livestock, bred for the table...

[Alex22]

That's one meat I never buy, ok it's hypocritical perhaps as I eat pork and beef, but I just see lambs jumping about in the spring and think how could anyone eat that ! 

And if I was required to Crabby, I still couldn't do it, not me.

[Phil]

That's one meat I never buy, ok it's hypocritical perhaps as I eat pork and beef, but I just see lambs jumping about in the spring and think how could anyone eat that ! 

And if I was required to Crabby, I still couldn't do it, not me.

I once stayed at a farm that had sheep & one evening some of the lambs got out of the field so I was asked to help to catch them.

It was easier to pick them up & carry them back into the field but they seemed to like chewing my ears.

Then there was the wait to make sure they found their Mums.

[fortyone]

The council had organised a country fair including sheep dog trials (not sure what they were accused of) a flock of sheep made a dash for freedom into the fair and caused absolute pandemonium. They didn't put it on again.

[zoony]

They can certainly be a flocking nuisance.

[Johned]

When my old dad came back from the war, he decided to increase the egg ration by breeding chickens.  In time, they thrived but were only ever poor layers so not a very good economic return on his investment!  One of the Hens was named "Bertha" by my mother as she always seemed to respond when spoken to  Eventually come Christmas time, Bertha, never a good egg producer, sadly met her fate and ended up in the oven.  My mother sat staring at her plated portion of Bertha and burst into tears.  We all followed suit so Bertha really could be said to have won because none of the family ate her!     

[zoony]

But she was still dead and, worse, her sacrifice was for nothing!