OK, this is simply gross and I must tell a story. If you are weak of heart and mind, don't read any more.
The other day we took 14 Muscovey ducks to the slaughter house, about 10 drakes and 4 hens. They all came back, beautiful, cleaned and ready to put into the freezer. Uh huh, yum, yum, nothing on earth like these ducks for the table, no grease, make wonderful gravy, all dark meat. Uh huh.
Now the next day I was working on building another garden up by my bees for my garlic. Sun from sunrise to sundown, raised bed, built with some of the big rocks from my personal excavating with my shovel and arms.
She decided that day that her and her Husband were going to finish off the three geese that we have, they are of no use in the winter and really do consume a lot of food. I loved the geese more than any foul around here, say no more.
I saw him coming with knife in hand. Oh, oh. I asked him what he was doing. His response was of course, that this was the day of the goose. I cringed. Life on the farm. I asked my Sister if I needed to go somewhere else for awhile in case there was any sound that came from the geese as they were meeting their demise. She told me no, it was silent. I believed her.
Eeeeks!!!!! I could tell by the sounds coming from behind the barn when each goose was caught. That was OK, it was a pretty silent time. But the third goose did not go down without a fight I guess. I could hear it, remember, if you are faint of heart. Stop now. Read no more.
I am a little tougher with my emotions the same day and the days after than I was before this event occurred. Life on the farm can be rather brutal and you just have to accept that......period.
This third goose sounded like it was honking and the honking got less and less noisy. Guess it took it sweet time with its death. So, if someone tells you that there is no sound when the foul are getting their necks slit, dont' 100% believe them, some are quiet, and others are not.
I picture these great big geese on our tables for a wonderful meal, yep, I can let go those feelings of sadness, I did and I always will :) ;) Nothin' like that home grown food, yeah!!!! Have a wonderful day, great life. Cindi