PICS - Onfarm butchering, QLD AUS
Jun 19, 2013 22:48:47 GMT -5
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Post by dunderi on Jun 19, 2013 22:48:47 GMT -5
animals who live wild, for example buffalo or wildebeast, die because a lion or a cheetah or crocodile eats it.
beef cattle from australia that are exported to certain parts of asia, are BRUTALLY TORTURED, and killed in a messy and disgraceful way.
even our own abboitiors - whilst we don't have the animal cruelty issues that our poor exports have, the animals can still smell death - they're taken from their mother to a growing paddock, or worse a feedlot, then trucked off en-masse to an abboitior and proceessed, no thought for their individual care, needs, thoughts feelings or experiences. they're an object. they get done, shipped of to woolworths, and sold in tiny pieces on black styro trays wrapped with clingfilm. most people have no emotional connection to their food.
Ruby... i consider her to be one of the very lucky ones. I bought her as a 4-5 month old "weaner" and fostered her on to Anna. when i brought her home she was scared, wild and probably a bit dangerous. but for the months she was with us - she led a relaxed and i like to think "happy" life. good feed, good company. a regular routine. friendly humans. i worked with her enough that she would come when called, eat from a bucket in my hand. she was healthy and robust, drinking Anna's milk like it was her own mother. with a lovely relationship between the two of them.
the day she died, she was in her separate paddock, she'd been eating hay all day, and came over for her treat of grain in a bucket. she had her head in the bucket. one shot, and that was it. no pain. no fear, no stress. she was happy.
if you want to honour an animal in this circle of life, that's how you do it. its not realistic to think that "all the animals should be wild and free and get to live as they please" but you can honour the animals in YOUR food chain. without me, Ruby would have gone where the rest of her sisters went. a feedlot. then a truck to an abboitoir. then a plastic tray at coles or woolworths.
everyone who has eaten Ruby says she's the best they've ever tasted. i think a goodly part of that is that they know where she came from. they know how she was raised. that she was loved. and that she never suffered while she was with us. there is no better that a beef cow could ask for.
beef cattle from australia that are exported to certain parts of asia, are BRUTALLY TORTURED, and killed in a messy and disgraceful way.
even our own abboitiors - whilst we don't have the animal cruelty issues that our poor exports have, the animals can still smell death - they're taken from their mother to a growing paddock, or worse a feedlot, then trucked off en-masse to an abboitior and proceessed, no thought for their individual care, needs, thoughts feelings or experiences. they're an object. they get done, shipped of to woolworths, and sold in tiny pieces on black styro trays wrapped with clingfilm. most people have no emotional connection to their food.
Ruby... i consider her to be one of the very lucky ones. I bought her as a 4-5 month old "weaner" and fostered her on to Anna. when i brought her home she was scared, wild and probably a bit dangerous. but for the months she was with us - she led a relaxed and i like to think "happy" life. good feed, good company. a regular routine. friendly humans. i worked with her enough that she would come when called, eat from a bucket in my hand. she was healthy and robust, drinking Anna's milk like it was her own mother. with a lovely relationship between the two of them.
the day she died, she was in her separate paddock, she'd been eating hay all day, and came over for her treat of grain in a bucket. she had her head in the bucket. one shot, and that was it. no pain. no fear, no stress. she was happy.
if you want to honour an animal in this circle of life, that's how you do it. its not realistic to think that "all the animals should be wild and free and get to live as they please" but you can honour the animals in YOUR food chain. without me, Ruby would have gone where the rest of her sisters went. a feedlot. then a truck to an abboitoir. then a plastic tray at coles or woolworths.
everyone who has eaten Ruby says she's the best they've ever tasted. i think a goodly part of that is that they know where she came from. they know how she was raised. that she was loved. and that she never suffered while she was with us. there is no better that a beef cow could ask for.