Well we got up at 4.30 this morning to make sure our cockerell was sleepy. We dispatched him less than 10 meters from where he had spent his life, so no crates, no transport..just carried by me across the plot away from the other sleeping birds. He was very calm, as he is used to being picked up and carried by me. Becky dispatched him, very swiftly, it was all over in less than 30 seconds. We have now prepared the carcass.
This is a pretty important moment, it was sad, but not as bad as I thought it would be. So strange to have such a connection to something you will eat, but basically as someone who doesn’t believe it is wrong to eat animals, I feel I should be able to confront this process head on. If there is nothing wrong with eating meat, why do so many of us bulk at the thought of this? Sentimentality, anthropomorphization, and/or a society which has so removed us from where our food comes from that we can no longer handle the idea of anything other than meat in plastic trays. Obviously we have dispatched rabbits that we have caught, and we have eaten them, but this has been different. It has been sobering but at the same time momentus and affirming.