Raising Meat

blhraisingmeatI feel like I’m beating a dead horse here, but this sort of thing just infuriates me.

We treat our farm animals well but they are our food source.

No, they don’t, and no, they aren’t.  Allowing goats to “free range” because you’re too lazy/cheap to put up proper fencing is not treating them well.  Using makeshift shelters for them is not treating them well. Chickens are absolutely doomed on that property.  They’ve never been able to keep a flock of hens alive for any appreciable amount of time.  And hence, there is only a miniscule amount of food coming from livestock, so little it’s hardly worth mentioning.

By the way, hens are probably the easiest type of livestock-for-food in existence.  House them well (and the housing doesn’t have to be human-sized, ours is chicken-sized), protect them from predators, feed and water them, and gather the eggs.  If that’s too big a challenge, you’re just not gonna make it.

And the better you treat your farm animals the better food you get.

Yeah, Nicole ought to actually implement some of the stuff she quotes instead of just saying it and pretending she knows what it means.

We also buy grocery store food.

A rough estimate would be that 99.9999999% of the food consumed by the Naugler family comes from commercial sources, including a good bit of processed and fast food.

We aren’t fully sustainable.

They aren’t even partially sustainable. They don’t even begin to approach sustainability.  They have no water source on their land. They have two small solar panels and a generator (powered by gasoline that they have to buy elsewhere).  This is simply a ridiculous statement.

It’s a process. We will get there.

At the rate they are going, they will not get there.  In order to get there, one must start.  They haven’t started that I can see.  It’s been more than three years since they “started,” and they have accomplished virtually nothing.

This is like getting in a row boat in Tampa Bay, headed for Europe, and saying, “It’s a process. I will get there.”

But we prefer our home grown food.

What “home-grown” food?  You mean the rabbit that would have afforded each member of that massive family a tiny taste?  Or the handful of tomatoes that would have done the same?

This farce is comparable to a New York City apartment dweller who raises a tomato plant on his balcony, harvests three tomatoes and then says, “I’m not fully sustainable yet. It’s a process, but I will get there.”

What happened to the pig?




61 thoughts on “Raising Meat”

  1. Oh for fucksake there was a pig at some point too?! My lawd! They probably weren’t smart enough to castrate it, they stink to high heaven if they aren’t. She sure sugarcoats it for her small minded audience doesn’t she? I feel bad that they don’t see past it. How do they not see her saying they prefer their own home grown food when there is no garden, few chickens, and that’s it? It takes an idiot to destroy an entire garden. I planted mine with absolutely no prior knowledge, none! And we were blessed with a bountiful garden. I even did my own starters (save money that way)!


  2. Ohhh a fancy bold, italics, link , quote …love!!!

    ” I don’t aide in the process, just too emotional”.



  3. Well, dying a dog’s fur is not inhumane. It doesn’t hurt the dog and many of them seem to enjoy the attention. The dog doesn’t know s/he looks silly. It’s no different than me putting a bow in Minnie’s top knot.

    What’s bad is not providing farm animals with appropriate shelter or protection from predators. Obviously, there are some animals (cattle, for example) that can do just fine without shelter in most circumstances. Ours don’t come into the barn unless the weather is very bad – and that means extreme snow and extreme cold. Our young calves live either in the barn (very young) or in the paddock with a run-in shed (older calves) but once they graduate to the big pasture, they’re out in the weather. They really don’t seem to mind it at all, and that includes Frances. She has a stall of her own, but we rarely use it to house her.

    Scrubby goats might not need much in the way of shelter (our dairy goats always had it and used it), but they certainly need protection from predators.


  4. My cat ate a spider last week. She’s not fully self sustainable yet, it’s a process.

    Who buys the horse crap she’s selling? Speaking of which…


  5. I doubt they ate that rabbit. There would have been many pics if it had happened. They need to butcher some of those roosters instead of pretending that the sound of roosters crowing adds to the “homestead” ambiance.


  6. Now they are staying (they never were going anywhere)wouldnt a big priority be a septic tank and running water


  7. I hear ya on that one Sally nice work and I like the format MUCH better. Is easy to see what you are talking about with their statement right above your comment. I hated taking the time to go back and read what you numbered statement was to their comment LOL call me lazy but I LIKE IT! BRAVO Sally you always bring the truth to light. Nicky and Joe could not live without Hardees Arbys and them tasty fried mushrooms from that new fish place. Hell I have not even eaten there yet but Nicky was Johnny on the spot once they opened and gave her review. 🙂 They was YUMMY!


  8. They need to butcher some of those roosters instead of pretending that the sound of roosters crowing adds to the “homestead” ambiance

    I have butchered old hens and roos. Short of starvation, we won’t do it again. We feed our old hens to the pig.

    You see all this recipes for chicken and dumplings using old hens, and they always talk about how “flavorful” the meat is. That’s because the writers can’t think of any other way to describe “tough as shoe leather.” About the only way they are usable is to can the chicken pieces (which cooks the meat at 10 pounds of pressure for 90 minutes). I’ve done that and then fed the product to the dog. She greatly appreciates it.

    We prefer young chicken.


  9. “My daughter kills her pets for food.”

    Umm… Please don’t kill your PETS for food. You (should) have a different relationship with animals that you are going to eat than with animals you develop a relationship for companionship with. Otherwise, you might be a psychopath. You would think a mental health expect like Joe “Stockholm Syndrome” Naughler would know this! This tells me one of two things: either they aren’t butchering their animals often enough to know what the hell they are doing, the whole thing is just a novelty for them, and this was a poor choice of words (I hope) OR they are killing their pets and eating them. They are killing an animal that someone in that group has developed a deeper and more fulfilling relationship with so as to be called a “pet”. They are saying “A deep and meaningful attachment to another creature doesn’t matter because at our whim, for no other reason than our selfishness, we will end it in the most brutal and violent way imaginable, either in front of you or at your own hand. Welcome to Unschooling.”

    I grew up in suburbia and now live in a rural community. I cannot make the transition to raising animals that I would eventually butcher. I know lots of families who participate in 4-H and have small farms with livestock. There is no confusing pets and animals for food. There is a huge distinction. So yes, NicNac… People are freaked out as hell if any of your kids are killing their pets for any reason… Like I understand you dispatched your own pet dog… Maybe that is finally an #Unschool lesson that took?


  10. I really can’t blame them for not eating the meat.

    Seriously, who would want that when Hardee’s is open?


  11. LMAO we are getting there? WTF if it were not fir Walmart, the dented can store and food pantries they would all be dead of starvation.
    If you want decent tasting meat from animals you are raising for food you have to feed them decent food. Letting them “foliage” weeds is going to give you shitty tasting meat. Also will slow down the growth of the animal.
    I have more of a homestead like life than they do. Last year we added another 100+ cases of new canning jars to our already thousand +inventory. And I filled most of them. We raised pigs (off home site) last year. Our 1 medium size freezer is full of pork. We get home raised beef too. Chickens too when they are past laying prime for the dogs.
    I make a lot of our bread products. I make yogurt with fresh from the cows milk.

    I challenge BO to post a picture (a recent one) of just one meal they have prepared using stuff they totally raised on their own. For her one picture I will post a weeks worth of supper meals on my own raised and grown stuff.
    I can so much that it would take years for us to use it up. We give lots of stuff to friends and family. Since the beginning of January we have given 40+ cases of stuff out. Sally enjoyed some of it.
    Nicole grow the fuck up and stop playing house. You have a herd of kids depending on you and Fat Ass to survive.


  12. Oh, the pig is long gone. Either it was killed by dogs (which would have had to be very early on, because pigs) or it escaped the chicken yard (because chicken fencing is only good for gardening) and is roaming the wild, having become part of a scourge of feral pig infestation that costs farmers and ranchers billions in losses yearly, in which case it has likely been shot. I hope.
    Next to an aggressive dog of unknown origins, nothing is worse than feral pigs in rural areas.

    I’m guessing escaped and later shot.

    Also, thanks for saying what I’ve always felt about eating old chicken. Never been a fan.


  13. The first (and only) time we processed the old laying hens, we did most of them in a day, which was probably around 15 birds. The only way we find them at all palatable was in soup because of how tough they were. Our freezer was full of old tough hens for a year. I think we ended up trading the last couple for something, or giving them away. All I know is that it was not worth the time and energy to process them.

    Having said that, I empathize with NN in not wanting to personally do any of the dirty work. We have butchered a few batches of chickens, turkeys, a couple geese, and a couple hogs. I have helped as needed, but I find the whole task distasteful enough that it puts me off all meat for a long time. These days we send the hogs and cattle to a USDA butcher and the relief that brings be is palpable. I feel horribly guilty about the dichotomy of being cool with raising and eating them, but not willing anymore to do the dirty work, but I freely admit it. I want to be able to put my money where my mouth is (haha. Like J having a personal relationship with the food system or whatever talking point he used) We sell the meat by the cuts at farmers markets, so legally we can’t process it ourselves, and I like having that as an excuse. I guess that when push comes to shove I can and will be able to do it when the zombie apocalypse comes.


  14. Can someone explain what is going on,over on the nation page? Kendra is trading teams? I’m so confused. I’ve followed this front the beginning and I don’t remember the situation Kendra is describing


  15. pig

    The only known photo of the pig. Obviously, the pig is gone. Pigs grow very rapidly. Ours generally weigh about 300 pounds by six months of age. Nicole has never mentioned the pig again.


  16. In all likelihood if anyone ate that rabbit meat for dinner it was a dog.

    It find it depressing that the parts of the rabbit that were handled the most attentively post-slaughter were the feet, and thus those feet will be the most enduring souvenir. I’ll admit the appeal of the whole lucky-rabbit’s-foot thing eludes me and always has. Thus for me, seeing them bobbing around in jars on the BLH Facebook page was sort of disturbing. I have a feeling that reaction is what Nicole is going for, just to see us clutch our pearls. Well, here ya go; I’m frankly clutching away, my knuckles white as the driven snow, at how you can encourage your children to make a pet of an animal one day and kill it the next, for little more than a photo op and a couple of key chains. What does that teach them?

    @Bethannie: I like “fauxstead.” I’m also partial to “Bogus Little Homestead.”


  17. Whether your concern is a small emergency (such as a job loss) or the big one (you know, the whole zombie thing) I can see how homesteading on any scale large or small can provide a measure of security in both the areas of food and skills.
    But you have to know how to do these things, raise a successful garden, raise healthy animals, fishing & hunting, butchering, milking, canning food and other means of preserving and “foraging for food”…it is not “foliage’ing for food ” Joe. ( Reference: Question & Answers on BLH )

    Most real homesteaders or even just small gardeners keep an impressive supply of food on hand because when you grow your own food, you almost always have a surplus to preserve. Having enough food to last for many months, tucked away in a pantry, basement, cupboards, or freezer. But this is not what we are seeing from the Naugler’s.

    They call themselves “Homesteaders” and call that dump a “Homestead” and even take it one step further with being “Blessed” as if it is worthy of adornment, divinely or supremely favored.
    The entire name of that page she has is so totally misleading. Because in reality it has been a total disaster, and has been a serious disruption in the community ( and even a waste of Tax Payer money with CPS having to step in multiple times and with frivolous complaints being filed on their part) and the environmental loss and impacts, will last for years.

    What real homesteader does that or even wants to do that?


  18. Having said that, I empathize with NN in not wanting to personally do any of the dirty work.

    We’ve done chickens, of course, and pigs – start to finish.

    When we discovered that our local butcher will kill, clean, and hang the animal for a pittance, we quit bothering. We still like to bring home the meat in halves or quarters and cut up ourselves, because I am weird. There are only two of us and we eat meat sparingly. So I want two small pork chops per package. I want beef roasts that aren’t much bigger than a pound. And we make our own bacon and ham.

    We are equipped to do it all. But skinning a hog is tough work. Sort of like cutting down a tree with an axe.


  19. Notice they get the pig and then asks about pig husbandry? SMH

    Yes. That’s always when you find out about stuff. After you bring the animal home. Brilliant.


  20. IMO the rabbit wwil killed for dog food.
    Rabbit killed with no mention of eating it just mention of hide and feet. Thus dog food for the new puppy. I hope the hell she researches raw feeding as to feed raw right it is more than just meat especially for a young pup.
    Stupid as dogs can wild prey eat a rabbit with out skinning or gutting it.
    However in conditions those rabbits were raised one step above wild with no maintenance care and probably getting feces laden weeds to eat that can worm or parasite eggs all over it I would not feed it to my raw fed dogs with out throwing it in the deep freezer for a month to make sure every thing is killed off.


  21. “This farce is comparable to a New York City apartment dweller who raises a tomato plant on his balcony, harvests three tomatoes and then says, “I’m not fully sustainable yet. It’s a process, but I will get there.”

    This is essentially the plot of one of the early episodes of the TV show Green Acres. I love that show. I still watch it on Hulu.

    It’s funny because Oliver was a successful lawyer in New York before he got the idea to become a farmer. Also, he and Lisa didn’t have any kids. 😉


  22. Ugh, I struggle with the concept of eating animals.

    I love animals. We have 3 rescue dogs. They eat dog food which is mostly meat (I’ve checked) so there is really no escaping the cruelty of the food chain.

    As of right now I’m a vegetarian. It will probably end, as it always does, with an irresistible craving for bacon and B12 shots…


  23. One year we got six chicks to keep as hobby chickens. One died shortly after purchase….poor little thing didn’t have a butthole/vent…whatever. Apparently once in a while this happens?

    So that left five. Two White Leghorns and Three Rhode Island Reds. Foggy, Sophia….and Blanch, Dorothy, and Rose (respectively).

    We found plans for, and built, one of those super cool “chicken tractors” with the house and egg box built in, and you move it around on wheels. Something like this: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/bc/4d/24/bc4d24cdaf77a3a9372072e691b99633.jpg

    Was pretty cool, because you could roll it around and let the ladies eat the bugs and grass. We gave them chicken feed and let them check over the kitchen scraps on the way to the compost pile, too. Pretty pampered chickens.

    We could roll it into the yard at night, or when we were away for the day, and shut the gate. Could roll it all over the property and into the barn for the winter or bad storms. Was pretty cool!

    They were very happy chickens who gave us more eggs than we could ever eat. For like three years…seriously…five eggs a day. You never stop to think what thirty five eggs a week looks like! Laying slowed up after age 2-3, but we never had less than 18 eggs or so a week…it was remarkable.

    When the chickens were about five, we started letting them out during the day. Worked pretty good for about a year until tragedy struck. One of the chickens decided the grass was greener in the dog pen, and decided to fly over the fence and poke around. My dog dropped Sophia’s limp body as soon as a scolded her…but the damage was done. Sophia was a very dead chicken. Happened in a blink, and the dog looked very ashamed. Poor Sophia! But God…who the hell flies INTO the dog pen? How do you get pissed at the dog for that?

    After that, we only let the chickens out when the dog was in…which worked out well until a red-tailed hawk grabbed Foggy. At least we think that’s what happened. A peeled out feathered skin husk of Foggy blew off the roof.

    So that left Rose, Dorothy and Blanch.

    One autumn, we found Rose’s body inside the chicken tractor, and a bloody stump where her head used to go threaded through the chicken wire. We had an extremely surreal night time headless-chicken Halloween themed funeral for her.

    Blanch and Dorothy just got old. We don’t know what happened to Blanch. One day she was just dead in the nesting box. A couple months later Dorothy became egg bound, and I took her to the vet and had her euthanized.

    I really loved my stupid chickens. There were fun and weird, and laid about a bazillion eggs.

    But here’s the thing I cannot fathom about the Nauglers keeping chickens. I cannot even imagine trying to keep them….without running water. They’re gross little critters. I was forever hosing things down, spraying and scrubbing out their water and food dishes. Spraying the poo off their little ladder. Spraying down the tractor when we let them out. Cleaning and scrubbing out their nesting boxes when I replaced the litter. Chicken smell is pretty nasty. I liked my eggs laid in nice clean boxes, so they’d be nice clean eggs.

    Really any stock, any butchering….how the hell can you do that without water? I mean, of course I get it…you have buckets you haul in…blah blah… But in all practicality? if you’re at that point? Making special trips in the family van to truck in water, paying for gas, ect…. Might as well just buy meat, no? The idea of not being able to rinse the meat off and clean up properly with tons of hot water and bleach solution is a huge turn off.

    Were the eggs worth it? Financially, I don’t think we were ahead much. By the time we built the tractor and bought feed and crushed shells and had to give half the eggs away to neighbors for lack of storage….we’d have probably been ahead just buying eggs. Three chickens would have probably been plenty for my house. But I have to say the eggs tasted incredible. Nothing better than a big fresh brown egg over easy with homemade bread for dipping toast. Yum! I made a ridiculous amount of cream puffs, quiche, breakfast casseroles (that can be frozen), and about a million egg salad sandwiches. (I still can’t face them…lol)

    I miss my chickens:)


  24. As of right now I’m a vegetarian.

    I spent some time in my youth as a vegetarian. Then I found out two things:

    1. Ruminants are considered vegetarian, but actually live on protein generated by the huge numbers of bacteria that grow in their rumen. I thought that was just fascinating – still do.

    2. When you raise a field of corn or one of carrots, you might think you’re not killing anything, but actually you are. All you need to do is spend a bit of time on a bush hog, or a cultivator and find the little bunny bodies that were caught in it, or the mouse bodies. Or the other small animals whose burrows are disrupted and ultimately who die as a result.

    Add that to the food chain and the fact that I spent the whole time I was vegetarian (as well as a brief fling with veganism) obsessing about food and feeling just physically terrible, and I slowly began adding meat back into my diet and was a much happier person.


  25. Were the eggs worth it? Financially, I don’t think we were ahead much.

    Right now, eggs at our Aldi are 39 cents a dozen.

    39 cents.

    I can’t even begin to compete with that, so we aren’t trying. For the moment, our chicken tractor is empty.

    BTW, baby chicks will often get poo that dries and blocks their vent. It’s called “pasty butt.” If you do not clean it off, you will have a dead chick. When we brood chicks, I do pasty butt checks a couple of times a day. If I find one, that chick comes in the house and gets his(her) butt washed in the laundry room with warm water and a paper towel. Sometimes I have to get the dried stuff wet and let it soak for a bit to soften up so I can gently wash it away, and avoid pulling out down.

    Mother hens apparently do this for their chicks (or maybe chicks that stay with their mothers don’t get it).


  26. I was a newly wed and my husband’s job took us to Germany.
    We lived in the German community and for the most part I did very well with my pidgin German and by drawing pictures.
    I did all my shopping in the local German grocery store and butcher.
    I was pretty good at figuring out a can had peaches in it if there was a picture of peaches on the label.
    I suddenly found myself one day craving Southern fried chicken when I noticed several wrapped chickens in the deep freezer section…
    My first hint that something was amiss was when I tried to cut through the leg joint.
    It was like trying to cut through a car tire…that had rigor-mortis.
    But I got that mean thing cut up and fried and proudly served with biscuits and mashed potatoes and a nice salad with apricots from the can of peaches.
    My husband took one sproingy bite of that chicken and looked at me with tears in his eyes… he tried so hard to eat that chicken leg and not laugh.
    It was a “suppenhuhn” or an old layer hen for soup.


  27. I’m at a loss for words.The petition to the KLCo is the funniest thing I have read in a long time. THANKS FOR SHARING.


  28. It was a “suppenhuhn” or an old layer hen for soup.

    I had to laugh. Butchering an old hen is just not a task I like to do. They are tough as nails.


  29. I am vegetarian and have been for a long, long time. I haven’t craved meat at all and still cook meat for my kids and grandkids. I do suffer from severe anemia related to my MS, but it was more severe when I ate meat. The doctor said vegetable iron and protein are much easier for human digestive tracts to absorb than iron from animals. My husband has severe high cholesterol and until he stopped eating meat, including chicken, he was considered very high risk for a stroke or heart attack. Now his bad cholesterol is low enough that his doctor took him off his cholesterol medicine. I don’t think eating meat that is humanely raised and dispatched wrong, but for me, I am happier with only eating fish. We do trout fishing camp so I can can, freeze, and dry trout, but I don’t like to watch the kids catch or kill the fish. The hook in the mouth just seems wrong but trout is a very delightful tasting fish.

    I have assisted my daughter when they butcher animals and I help with packaging and making sausages. I can meat for both son and daughter and their families. I even tan hides from wild game and from their cows. But I just cannot eat animals or foul. I do make a mean goose breast roast or so the kids say

    But killing an animal for no reason other than its poor little feet and tail just sickens me. Today my grandson’s friend dropped by wanting me to tan his coyote pelt that he shot because he could, not because it was chasing cattle. I felt opposed to doing it but I had him freeze the hide and brain and next week when he is on spring break we will tan together. He has already killed the animal so at least the pelt shouldn’t go to waste.

    And my grandsons cannot wait to go to the rattlesnake roundup. Don’t ask. But I do make a pretty snazzy wallet from the skin. I know. I am a conundrum of magnificent proportion.


  30. My father was raised on a farm but gave it up when he married my mother. He said there was no money in farming and I have to agree. As children we would visit our cousins on farms. One day at the farm, we were petting a calf. We pestered, on and on, asking the calf’s name. Finally Dad snapped and said, “you don’t name what you’re going to eat.” Fast forward about 30 years and I was volunteering for a national park which I won’t name. Several of us dressed in colonial garb and visited a local elementary school to talk about colonial life. One child innocently asked if they named their farm animals. Out of my mouth came my father’s words, “you don’t name what you’re going to eat.” A sea of small faces looked at me in horror. There may have been a few vegetarians created that day.


  31. OMG that petition described them as an “intimate” family. Reminded me of when Joe said on his ridiculous podcast that he was an “intimate” father. Made me bristle when he said it and made me bristle again when the fund petitioner used it. Maybe I am in the wrong but I only use the word “intimate” to describe my relationship with my husband. ***shudders*** Maybe it’s just a “me” issue. But that was an absolute hysterical read! Shout out to Former Caseworker for that gem of a find!


  32. I’m half a bottle of barenjager in, and tried my best to call in to the macho show. I have no idea if I’m just too stupid to figure it out or what.

    I’m currently on hold, and still drinking!


  33. Amish crafted home? Fresh water pond for drinking and bathing? Eco friendly human waste system?
    So the garden shed on my back patio is Amish-crafted? How homey and fine sounding. I’ll let the spiders know. I am gagging, however, at the thought any child is drinking from or bathing in the polluted pond.
    Somehow, I don’t think the KLC will be swayed by this hilarious petition.


  34. I think I threw up in my mouth reading that petition…
    I have to laugh at BO “making progress”. We have done more in our yard and house in two years than they have in 3, 4 years. Those two don’t have a lick of common sense


  35. @KatataFish – I laughed. I really laughed. Not at you – well not entirely. Your story was awesome! And your tender heart at having Dorothy euthanized at the vet. Some folks would roll their eyes, but I liked it. It wasn’t because I would do the same thing, but from childhood, I was taught to respect life. Killing is not a funny or prideful moment. A living creature dies and that needs to be honored.
    I have 19 hens and 2 roosters. I rarely name them, but I know them and their individual quirks. I also have 2 inside chickens – yes inside. A hen and a rooster that have frostbite injuries and so can’t go outside until the weather is warm. I had 3 but the one had serious injuries and so I put her down. And…..they will also need their own little area because their injuries will make them targets.
    I also raise meat chickens and while I look forward to organic chicken, I don’t like the killing. I do it the way somebody else described – wrap the bird in a towel, head angled down until he/she calms down, slit the artery and the bird bleeds out. There is about 15 seconds at the very end where the bird will struggle, but that is just the last of all the synapses.
    Hunting is part of my life as well. I don’t like the killing but I take pride in being to provide food for our table. People often fail to understand that the wilderness food chain is very cruel. I have seen bears and wolves eat moose calves alive and it’s ugly. Rabbits make awful noises when they die by a predator. Everything has something that eats it or hunts it. However, it’s part of nature’s way. The best I can do is make sure my kills are swift and as painless as possible. I honor the animal in my traditional way with a gift offering.
    What the Nauglers do is the antithesis of solid animal care and husbandry. Their animals, like their children, are pretty much left to fend for themselves. They eat what they can, when they can – even if it means going to other homes and risking getting shot. Their diet is nutritionally poor. One only has to look at the weight loss of the horse, wherever she is now to understand that. Or read how many chickens have died because of hungry, poorly bred and then poorly trained GSDs.
    The Nauglers aren’t homesteaders. They are – well, I don’t even know what the complete opposite of homesteading is.


  36. @Sally – that feral pig photo. Yup, yup and yup. I always laugh when people jump on a soap box and say hunting is cruel. Honestly, I would love to take them into the bush for a week and have them watch how a bear takes down a calf or other vulnerable animal and starts eating the guts while it’s still alive. Or watch a lynx snatch a rabbit and hear its cries that sound like a bawling baby or screaming woman. Mother Nature is not soft and cuddly. She is a hard bitch. That is just the way of it. Hunters, who do it right, are actually way more humane than any carnivore.


  37. Ok, here’s a different objection to the rabbit feet:

    The vast majority of the kid’s peers would find “a rabbit foot keychain” to be gross, backward and kinda stupid. They would look at them and hear banjos playing in the distance. It’s not the 1980s, Nicole. That fad is long since gone.

    Teens don’t keep dead stinky hot pink rabbit feet in their pockets with their cell phones and ear buds. Their keychains are already full of stick drives, solar flashlights, portable energy supplies to recharge their tech in an emergency, and references to modern culture.

    Taking delight in dyed dead animal parts is yet another dumb and dated thing you seem to be teaching your kids. Is your objective for them to have fewer friendships and fewer opportunities to connect to others? Sure seems like it.

    Just like tying dead raccoon tails to your car antenna went out in the 1950’s….rabbit’s feet haven’t been a thing in decades.

    And speaking of stupid things from the 80’s! Why are you hell bent on making everyone’s pets look like Cindi Lauper threw up on them? Dogs with beautifully groomed natural coats don’t need “a splash of color”, particularly when you’re affixing a hideous clashing ornament to their collars as well. It’s the trashiest, tackiest damned thing I’ve ever seen. They look like victims of a horrible Easter Egg coloring accident. Dogs don’t look “pretty” or “cute” in Popsicle colors…they look like they got into the trash and something stained them, or like a gang of pre-schoolers sat on them and colored them with markers.

    And yeah…I’m being a little “she’s a bitch eating crackers” with this one, but next I’m expecting her to talk the kids into big perms, Mr. T jewelry, legwarmers, and Mork from Orc rainbow suspenders.

    To each their own, I guess.



  38. The best I can do is make sure my kills are swift and as painless as possible.

    One other thing that we strive to do is lessen the sheer number of kills required by eating relatively little meat, keeping portions small, and using every part of the animal we possibly can. One reason I vacuum pack our meat myself is so I can make extremely small packages, much smaller than the butcher would do. It requires more packaging but there is less waste. I took that pig’s life. The least I can do is not waste any of the body.


  39. We obviously don’t butcher our animals since we are not homesteaders or farmers. We do try to limit our meat purchases. I usually buy our chicken breasts in bulk. I drive about 40 minutes away out to the country where there is a big meat market. I buy a huge box and then individually pack the breasts. I cut some up into chunks for various recipes I use. And then I pack the rest into 2-3 breasts per package. That’s about all our family of currently 6 will eat per meal.

    I know some people (cough, cough Nicole) poopoo the idea of grocery store meat but it’s a reality for many of us. We live in cities and it makes the most sense. I just get so sick of the holier than thou crap. Living in the city and having plumbing and running water, shopping at grocery stores, etc doesn’t make me or the other millions of people any less than someone who shits in a bucket and tosses it on the ground. And just because I buy my meat from the store doesn’t mean I don’t know where it comes from. I’m not an idiot. And my pampered pets live better than her kids. So yeah fuck her, she doesn’t treat her animals with respect, nor does she treat her kids with respect.


  40. Can I just say a hearty “Amen!” to the KatataFish post about dying animal fur. I find it abhorrent and ugly as hell. No. Just no.


  41. This is somewhere between inspiring, pathetic, and hilarious. No, really!

    I just spent AN HOUR AND A HALF typing a comment, despite the damning truth that:

    1) I’ve already commented on this blog topic;

    2) I was up late last night getting overly chatty on Deb’s podcast and lost a morning to the resulting oversleeping;

    3) One of the things I went on at length about is how addicted I was to this saga (complete with more than enough examples to prove my addiction to be at an unhealthy level);

    4) The new comment I was typing started off with two long quotes from other people because their explanations were better than mine – yes, I was essentially asking everyone to read stuff they’d already read;

    5) I kept deleting chunks of my comment and starting over because I couldn’t narrow my focus;

    6) I have other stuff to do that is far more urgent at this time.

    Not long after scrolling to the top of my still-unfinished-and-unposted comment and adding the words “Wow, I really went down the rabbit hole over this rabbit,” my son came in and showed me a hand-drawn animated video he’d made. Yep, while I’d been typing my crazy comment, he’d been creating ART. I suddenly remembered: Hey, there’s this cool art blog I wanted to show you, just let me Google it –



    Long and winding comment gone.

    Hitting the Back button brought up a lovely blank space under “Leave a Reply” where my convoluted comment had been.

    But I found the art site, and that was still there when I hit the Back button again.

    Sometimes higher purpose triumphs in total spite of myself. 🙂

    Cool art site


  42. Getting my dog dyed isn’t something I would pay for. I have seen it done well and it looks very nice but I haven’t seen a dog that Nicole has added color too where the entire dog looks good to me. The ears are done nicely, but the paws aren’t – or vice versa. Or the dye job is nicely done, but the coat looks badly trimmed.

    Then again, I don’t get my own hair dyed either. My hair has more grey than my mother, as she chooses to dye hers. It looks very nice on her, but I simply don’t have the interest in doing the same. Except for spray-in temporary hair color. I’m particularly fond of purple.


  43. Is it sad that the phrase “Damn nature! You scary!” kept playing through my head while reading some of the comments?

    I still remember the day my oldest son made the connection that meat came from something living. He was 3-ish and at a petting zoo with a turkey. The look of horror on his face when it clicked! He managed to be a vegetarian for about 6 hours. LOL

    Funny story about my uncle. He had a cattle ranch and had no problem killing and butchering the meat that was for his family. Then a calf had a rough delivery and needed extra attention. He ended up getting attached. That cow ended up having a name and dying of old age after being more of a pet. His family never killed or butchered their own meat again. The just got it from the slaughterhouse so they didn’t know which exact cow their meat came from.


  44. Nathan once decided he would be a vegetarian because Bob Marley. He was enamored. We had picked him up at the airport and were heading home and stopped to get fast food. He announced that he couldn’t eat meat so what could he get. I suggested a salad.

    There was dead silence.

    And then he said, “Oh, fuck it. Get me a hamburger.”

    And that was the end of Nathan being Rasta.


  45. That is so cool that SheerLuck linked to the art site. I can so identify with a LOT of stuff in that post (this saga being an unhealthy addiction of mine these days primarily).

    BUT no joke, last night I told myself that I should try and do something useful with my “hobby” time and googled something about online painting lessons. I went to bed before I checked out the page I happened upon, but I left it open so sometime today I could check it out, or find something else that would be more appropriate to what I was looking for. That is just a neat coincidence that a cool art page was linked here.


  46. Sally,
    We rarely eat out unless it’s a restaraunt that serves fish. But when we do stop at fast food joints, we get fries or onion rings. Sonic has a mean grilled cheese.


  47. Sonic has a mean grilled cheese.

    We were at a place like McDonald’s. It was just funny. It became a great family story.


  48. Nature is one cruel assed bitch and that is the truth. I am a bird watcher and what I totally love about our very small house is that it has tons of trees that house so many birds that I never get tired of watching. So, the other day, I was pleased to see a hawk family (red tailed) living in one of the pine trees in one of our neighbor’s yard. I knocked on the neighbor’s door and explained that if she sees me with binoculars pointing at her house, it’s the hawks I’m watching and not her family. She didn’t even know there were hawks in our area let alone in her tree. Every morning, while I am out planting this or that in my little garden spot, one of the hawks takes a spin over our house and usually settles for a small rodent that he or she swoops down and grabs. When the hawks make that call that is so symbolic of all western movies that I’ve ever watched, all the birds and chickens STFU. Today was a warm and sunny day, and I had my binoculars watching some blue birds when I heard the hawk and the blue birds quit singing, but apparently, the dove that I have been watching for a while didn’t hear the hawk because it took flight and yep, the hawk swooped down and with one quick movement grabbed the dove. I swear it happened so close to me I yelled holy fucking shit. All that remained of the dove was a feather that fell softly to the ground. I felt really badly for the dove’s mate. But, like I said, nature is one cruel fucking bitch.


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