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Life is a Jar of Chicken Fat

November 23, 2017

Steam billows out of the big enamel pot as I lift the lid.  It’s a gray autumn morning, I’m wearing my blood-stained apron, and my brown is furrowed in concentration as I dunk a dead chicken into the hot water.

“Welcome to spa day at Hawthorn Farm,” I tell her as I slosh her up and down. 

 

My farmwife humor belies the gratitude I feel for these birds.  My husband and I have spent a year of eating only food that we or friends have harvested by hand.  This experiment brings history alive.  It opens up a world of inquiry.  It highlights my bonds with the rest of the living world.

 

And so I ended the life of one of our old laying hens.  Right or wrong, I wrapped her in my apron and let her blood run into the garden bed where I sat.  I sometimes sing or cry to accompany this inevitable brush with mystery.  I grapple with the fact of how my life requires the death of other beings, plant or animal.  This chicken was beautiful, and she wanted to wake up tomorrow morning too.

 

So isn’t my responsibility to also live beautifully, to appreciate the sunrise for her?  When a cup of chicken broth hits the spot on a blustery day, give a thought to the lives that nourish yours.  Every meal is an opportunity for thanksgiving.

 

 

 

 

 Pictures by Eric Hyatt of theanimalsplace.com.  Thank you, Eric!

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