There's a moment in every city kids' life when they realize that eating chicken means a chicken had to die, be plucked of all it's feathers, chopped up, seasoned, cooked and served. We harvested one of our older chickens for the first time ever. When I held warm freshly killed meat in my hands a few years ago I went home and threw up. Then, felt a greater appreciation for every meal I eat with meat. Isabel decided to become a vegetarian. Even the yummy goodness of In n Out hamburgers wouldn't persuade her soft heart to change her mind. Instead she had a cheeseburger with no burger. Finally, after a few days of vegetarianism she gave up saying, "I want to but being a vegetarian is hard." Then went on to eat her backyard chicken.
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