Smaller “vile assassins”
Why is it that a picture of a roasted chicken or a juicy burger gets nary a comment other than “yum”, but a picture of a dead animal (that thing that has to happen to get that meat), humanely butchered, evokes vehemence and hatred. I get a pass on pictures of bone broth, but you wouldn’t believe what flooded my messages when I put up a picture of a beautiful day butchering a cow in our pastures.
This visceral, extreme reaction is the result of our artificial, sanitized world where death is to be repelled at all costs. Doesn’t work like that. In my early years I was a vegan, an ill-conceived response to the horrors of factory farming. I get it. But, I also get that life and learning and understanding our place in this world can be viewed in relation to the artificial constructs we’ve created or, we can lift the veil and look at what’s real. It takes work and it’s uncomfortable to see the lies all around us, but there is also, finally, an understanding.
The truth is we are animals, too. How glorious is that?! We are part of the natural world! We can stop wondering why we feel a little lost and like we’re missing something because we are! It’s connection to place and purpose. It’s the truth.
I’m not going to argue with someone that lives their lives shrouded from the natural world. They will come to an awareness in their own lives or they won’t. Still, I think we farmers and hunters, milk maids, anglers and conscientious eaters should continue to post pictures that show life and death, truth in all of its beautiful, bloody, messy glory. It’s so tempting to avoid it because who wants to happily sneak a peek at all of their lovely Instagram peeps and see the comment “vile assassins” on a picture of them with their kid butchering a turkey on their farm? Not me. But hate from a little mind in a little world is too sad a thing to let it stop me from hiding any little shards of truth and beauty I may have the ability to share.
In that spirit, here’s some of our smaller “vile assassins” devouring some turkey guts. Evil, fluffy, blood-thirsty little things.