Okay, it's not dead yet but will be tomorrow.
I know this might sound strange to some, this talk of killing animals for meat but while I was living in Tchad I became used to the killing of our animals. If we were to eat chicken for diner it had to come from somewhere, so it would come from our yard. If we were to eat our Christmas lamb it also had to come from somewhere, which was of course our yard. After that year
of free range, organic meat I also decided that if I ever did eat meat in America then it would have to be of the free range variety.
I would often help Clarice or Ama pluck the chicken in the afternoon before supper. It wasn't that bad, in fact I found it to be very educational. I learned about how feathers grow, where their joints are and how intricate the design of the chicken is. I never did the actual killing but I was there when the Christmas lamb was slotered. It was a new experience for me.
Tomorrow I am going to do the whole job, partly because I want to prove to myself that I can, and no one else wants too. I want to know that in my future if I am living somewhere or trapped somewhere I can take care of a bird or animal myself and survive. It's okay if you don't understand, I've realized most people don't and that's okay. I'm not scared, I'm sure I can do it. It will simply be a mind over matter and I will meet the challenge head on.