A few years ago I faced a fork in the road. I had suddenly become awakened to the truth about our slowly devolving food system. I learned the truth surrounding fast food, poisonous additives, and the inhumane, unethical manner in which we treated the meat we eat. To say I was horrified was an understatement. This passion about knowing where your food comes from has just grown as I get older. I cannot understand how society not only doesn’t know what is happening to their food system, they do not care.
As a farmer, as someone who eats meat, I often feel a lot of heat and judgement for my choices. Although I do not run a big operation, nor is that ever my intention, I do raise food for my own consumption. That means I do, and will always try to produce enough meat, dairy, eggs, vegetables and fruits for myself and my family. Lest someone assume that I do this because it will in any way make me rich, let me assure you that is a hilarious assumption. Also, do not presume I raise animals for consumption without compassion, love, care, and respect. Because I grieve for every animal I kill.
I have loved animals since I can remember. Farm animals are no different. Even the fat, rolly poley chickens who look atrocious at times, and smell. I care for those chickens from the day after they hatch. When I receive them I dip all their little beaks in water, I clean their cage, offer them tasty snacks, and fill up their water more times than I can count. Once they go outside I continue to provide nourishment and water, even though they are free to roam about a chicken tractor. They scratch through grass, catch bugs, and doze in the sun. And I worry about them when it rains, or when it’s hot, or at night when the coyote howls. I check on them as often as I can, I call them “butterballs” or “kids”, and they cluck an excited chorus when they see me...and the food bucket coming. I dread butchering day, I will always dread butchering day. It puts a very honest perspective on being an omnivore. Because no matter what meat you eat, something gave up it’s life for you.
I eat meat, I enjoy meat, but I realize fully what has happened so that I get to eat meat. I avoid factory farmed meat at all costs because I think it is an evil, vile thing. There are a lot of vegans and vegetarians that crucify us meat eaters, and I kind of understand. When you look at how modern America has chosen to raise animals, it is nothing less than atrocious. It is wrong. Period. It’s black and white. Chicken raised factory farm style never goes outdoors, never chases bugs, and are treated horribly on their way to slaughter. Beef cows are stuck in feedlots up to mid leg in manure and gunk. Pigs are raised in cages, and often go insane due to lack of mental stimulation. Dairy cows have their babies ripped away, and do not always have access to the outdoors. These practices are ones we should all be ashamed of, vegan, vegetarian and omnivore alike.
As humans I think we naturally avoid the weight that comes with being a meat eater. We are so far removed from our food, and our meat, we chose to accept meat precooked, and unethically raised. Because it is easier, because we don’t have to think about it. We somehow think by not knowing we are exempt from being responsible for how the animal was raised and treated. Take a stand and buy locally raised, humanely slaughtered meat. Do you know where your food is coming from?
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My name is Monica, I'm passionate about farming, food, and the humane treatment of livestock.