A toddler’s introduction to chicken farming
Our fifty new meat birds will be nice and fat and ready to process (slaughter) end of June.
Here, Solha inspects her new charges. I thought she’d become a frothing lunatic at the sight of these feathery morsels of goodness, but she has surprised me with her sanguine ‘tude. That dog will make a refined Virginia lady yet!
As for June, well, she is tickled by the new birds.
Me: “June, what does a chicken say?”
Not exactly a peeping sound, but close enough.
“Wait up, dad!”
Jake unloads the feathery cargo into the barn, the birds’ temporary home before transferred again to the outdoor chicken tractors. Please note Solha’s calm demeanor. Seriously. Note it.
As we begin another cycle of raising animals for food, I have to wonder — when is it too early to expose a child to the “glorious circle of life?” (That’s my fancy way of saying, “slaughter day.”)