These are images from last autumn when the newest lambs were being docked, and desexed. It was chaos for the mums and lambs.
I’m sad to see the lambs being sold and sent to their final destination. It’s silly of me to feel this way considering where I work.
Disturbingly, I’m reminded of Auschwitz as the sheep are loaded, against their will and I am merely carrying out my duties shoving them onto the massive truck. They don’t even know whats happening while there is all the commotion. I can’t even look at the sheep for too long, as I don’t want to make eye contact. I’ve been comparing myself inwardly to some SS officer, and it depresses me.
If it wouldn’t make me such a hypocrite I’d be a vegetarian again today. This instance.
Since we’ve been growing our own produce, I havent’ been able to eat any of Pig Pig, or our chickens. I’m still connected to the animals that were living and real. I feel wrong to eat their muscles (I think about this part the most).
Perhaps I’ll make the switch back when we get to Perth. My heart might feel a bit better.
How do you feel about eating animals?