Thin Line Between Pets And Livestock
I don't have chickens. My mother does and while she's a old farm girl and I have no doubt she could, if needed kill, pluck and cook one of her flock, she's named them and I think she might now hesitate about any "in the pot retirement" for her girls. She does enjoy the eggs though.
Ten months after Ms. V got Helen, a hawk attacked, and Ms. V found Helen in a corner with her eyes closed and the comb on her head wilted and pale. Ms. V didn’t see any wounds, but Helen was clearly not herself. She brought Helen inside to recover. Helen drank some water, her comb looked better, but she died the next morning. Other backyard chicken owners advised Ms. V not to bury Helen as she would with another pet, because a raccoon or scavenger might dig up the body. Ms. V put Helen in a securely taped box in the freezer until the trash truck arrived.
“I couldn’t just put her in the trash can. I got the box and put it in there in the truck myself. Someone had asked me, well, why didn’t you eat the chicken? I have a hard time eating my pet,” Ms. V said. “If … your cat or dog dies, would you consider making a meal out of it?”