The fact that I ate my first home grown egg on the same day I processed my first home grown chicken isn't lost on me. This strange life cycle condensed. Cycles.
Yesterday Cheep laid her first egg. So this morning, I fried it up and had it on a home made english muffin.
Tonight I (humanly and calmly) killed my other chicken, sliced up onions and carrots and potatoes and put them all together in a pot for tomorrow's supper.
While the act of taking a life was difficult, looking at the cycles and systems inside Cam (previously known as Camilla until he started to crow) was such an amazing thing.
I could do it again.
I learned a lot, Cam was patient, and he'll be enjoyed.