We spent the last few days staying at Jenny and Barry’s farm. Jenny and Barry have animals which they eat. Last night we ate Blackie.
When I asked Jenny how they cope eating animals they have known, she said “I have comfort in the fact they don’t have the stress of going in a crowded truck to the meat works. One minute Blackie was quietly eating grass, the next minute she was gone”
So all Blackie remembers is eating grass then a loud “BANG” as she was shot dead between the eyes, murdered for meat. And the sad thing is the butcher said she was only good for mince.
So last night we had Spaghetti Bolognaise. Other meals Blackie has starred in were Meatloaf, Cottage Pie and Tacos. (Any ideas for mince recipes would be much appreciated).
Blackies life, however, wasn’t all just a bed of green grass.
Not long after Blackie was born she got pregnant at just 4 months old. When Jenny told the vet, he didn’t believe her. She waited another month and called the vet again. This time the vet agreed that Blackie was indeed pregnant and had to abort her child. This meant Blackie had to suffer a birth that could have been avoided a month earlier.
When Blackie was old enough to have children, she got bow legged. The more pregnant she became, the more bow legged she got and looked pretty sad as she waddled about the paddock. After the birth, her legs straightened a bit but she was banned from having any more children. This led to her demise.
So long Blackie and thanks for all the mince!
