A matter of life and death

Hello. Just something I think about at this time of year. Spring conjures up idyllic scenes of rolling green fields full of mummy sheep and gambolling lambs. A lovely sight to see when I am walking through the countryside. 

In my neck of the woods we have small farms and country estates, advertising a series of open weekends for families to go along and see close up the cute lambs, with the possibility of seeing one actually being born. How exciting is that. A real treat and an opportunity to introduce small children to love animals.

Come Sunday lunch time when the meat and two veg is served up, I don't suspect for one minute that the kiddywinks associate the slices of roasted flesh on their plate, with the fluffy lambs they saw in the field. It seems hypocritical to me that on one hand we are encouraged to go oooh, and aaah when we see fluffy baby animals that we want to take home with us, and on the other hand we are not encouraged to visit slaughter houses where all the blood and guts are laid bare.

The pieces of flesh bought ready packaged on a neat polystyrene tray from a supermarket bare no resemblance to an animal chewing the cud in a field. I want to see slaughter houses have open days where the actual killing of the animal is on view to the public. We can see them at the beginning of their lives, why not the end? If people can stomach that, then they are entitled to eat meat. If the thought of viewing the moment of death sickens them then they shouldn't be eating meat. You can guess what I am going to say next. I couldn't watch an animal being slaughtered.

Change of topic for today, keep it fresh. Your thoughts are welcome, but no preaching, we are all different and have our own opinions. This is mine, you do what you like.

Thanks for popping in. We'll catch up soon. Toodle pip.