Sunday, April 6, 2014

CHORE-TIME

ALL-THE-TIME

I used to get a little defensive or hurt at the "you have to be a mother, wife, and/or whatever have you that I'm not...to understand"

As if my perspective opinion thoughts suggestions sorrys or even congratulationa are unwelcome not being in said club.

Not saying it's always the case, but there is bearing to the statement about understanding.

That's how I feel about farming. Unless you are or have "farmed" (ranch, dairy, crops, etc) in a similar fashion (heart mind body blood sweat tears hot humid rain or snow mud droughts life death money and equipment planning revising learning unlearning people plants animals oh my!) I feel your words carry less weight.

It's wrong.

A compliment or observation should be taken rather than scrutinized for credibility.

Much of my family participates in CrossFit. I'm in awe and think they work hard. I'm genuine in my cheer for them even with no understanding of the program or physical extent they push themselves...but I don't want to be brushed off for the person who "gets" it.

Hmmm, what I'm trying to suss out is this automatic response I find myself spewing rather than a simple thank you for acknowledging my hard work...somehow I feel the need to defensively insist you are right, even though as a not farmer you can't possibly understand?!

Example, maybe those who commented on Bellys slaughter saying they couldn't slaughter their loved livestock do understand (maybe better than "fellow" farmers) the difficulty, loss, deception and sliver of pride that comes with voluntarily ending a healthy animals life because people's taste buds especially enjoy the taste of delicious happily raised pork (and providing an alternative meat concept and source to CAFOs that will only survive with consumer support).

I pledge to embrace people and our wildly different lives! 

There are only two eyes viewing the world from my stubborn often overbearing rose colored glasses...and thats a sure course to alienating ones self from the unexpected joys often found in our differences.

Saturday, April 5, 2014

The face of farming

On this day Belly was purchased by a coworker and killed on the farm.

I was going to buy him to secure an on farm kill I would be completely in control over.

This was a quick decision made today and was not what I wanted or expected but the best was made and I was able to quietly unload him from the trailer, weigh him (198lbs), and scratch him while the shooter gauged shot placement. I stood up, walked behind the shooter and Bellys short life was over.

I miss him already.

Didn't get a chance to do snout prints or feed him my jars of carefully selected acorns just for him...but he was killed on the farm which for a spoiled boy was just what I wanted.