Bringing butchering back to the basics.

My Hen's know their place, and for now its not on anyone's table.
The butchering of our own animals is so far removed, it now leaves a strange gap in humanity.

Butchering animals has made me more sensitive, more aware.

” A squirrel’s body is a magnificent machine. Peeled, it resembles an outstretched frog, the muscle strong and sinewy, and deep purpley-red. My mother, once recalling a relative who used to make squirrel stew, shivers at the idea of skinned squirrels – they look to her like human foetuses. There was something human-like about the carcass that I had tucked into the Ziploc bag, but the muscles were too developed to make me think of anything infantile or foetal.”

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