posted on Aug, 12 2010 @ 10:14 AM
Sadly I don't have to watch those videos as they have already been playing in my head throughout my entire life.
When I was 14-years-old, I left my parents to live in an Animal Rehab Center for wild animals and migratory birds. I was a caretaker there until I
graduated from High School and was then on my own.
Shipments of baby Chicks would arrive in the Spring and in the Fall. Fuzzy little cuties peeping because their first day on Earth had arrived. They
ship them the day they hatch and they arrive the following day. Thousands of them!
One by one, two by two it was my job to dispatch them, and then freeze them for later use.
Monthly I would take a trip to a Rendered Beef plant to purchase 300 pounds of rotted, charcoal-covered beef to be used for feeding predators such as
Hawks, Bobcats, Coyotes, and the like. I would see them chain the beasts up and take care of business. The smell is unlike anything you could
imagine. Hides would go one direction, bones and hoofs another, guts that way, the works. All considered 'rendered' because no determination is
made on what killed the animal. This meat was not for Human Consumption.
I also had to raise rats and mice in colonies. At one point my rat colony exceeded 75 strong. I had to decide on a daily basis who would die that
day and who would live.
So growing up, I did not know God, I only knew Man. I cannot say I died inside but I can say that I did not fear my own death. My path was so hard
to bare at such a young age. The reality of the cycle of life was my teacher.
Now, many moons later I am a much different person than I ever thought I would be. I am still subjected by my past. I raise chickens for myself, I
keep them safe and warm and I adore them to pieces. I have some turkeys too. I would love to own a cow! I want to have a goat!
Why would I subject myself to this? Well it is my duty now to serve and protect them as best as I can, even if they are intended to feed me or my
dogs. I name them. I spoil them, I adore them, but I have also learned that most hybridized animals suffer if we let them reach old age. It is a
healthy thing if an animal is dispatched while they are happy! They do not realize the suffering if it is done with Love and with a caring heart. I
hold them and tell them to let go, I am there with them. Perhaps I will be forgiven one day, the part of pain is the part I carry. I am obligated to
them, to serve them well with good food, good water, and shelter.
I do not think that a 14-year-old should be subjected to this kind of reality, but that is just my own opinion on that matter. Had I been raised on a
farm I would think much differently, but the killing I did was unfathomable to me even now.
Sorry, but I know what is on these videos, I know of the cruelty in Asian Countries and even here in the US with our Poultry Industry and Beef
The answer to all this lies in that the Family farm needs to return. Each of us must raise our own meat, raise it or hunt it, but do not purchase it
in nice tidy containers where we disassociate ourselves from the honor of the animal! Use your own hands and through those hands use your heart;
dress the animal with respect and above all learn the proper techniques for dispatching quickly and humanely.