Baymule
Herd Master
That’s good. I know he’s in good hands. We slaughtered Cornish Cross chickens yesterday. I grow them big. Most dress out 6-7 pounds. I cradle those dirty birdies as I carry them to the killing cone. Yes I am about to cut their throat and bleed them out. No I don’t want to hurt them on the way. Legs and wings can break or pop out of socket. I try hard to be careful with them. Oxymoron? Maybe. Just because I’m going to eat them doesn’t mean that I don’t care about them.
You care about your pig. Yes, you are going to eat him, but you sure will take care of him and see that he has a good life.
You care about your pig. Yes, you are going to eat him, but you sure will take care of him and see that he has a good life.