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Honestly asking, but why go to emotional(?) trouble of naming things you’re going to eat?
Fully acknowledge the potential to just put me on ignore here (no worries if so) but investing in this seems a bit, I don’t know, odd to me. I’m actually interested as way back all things had names (including things that have been forgotten like fields, ways of doing things, shapes of places, etc. )
Sure, call ‘Kevin the calf’ or ‘Percy piglet’ over for feed but applying sentience via labels just seems odd. If that’s the thing? Is that that the thing?
I don’t name my allotment onions.
Am asking as I grew up in and around farms until about 15 but never heard anyone give names to the billy lambs (lower case. They weren’t called billy) or stall calves.
Pm if better, not looking for a popcorn ruck.
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Fine to discuss. We grew up in the country with a couple of fields. Mum's 'hobby' was keeping rare breed sheep. We only had a few (plus some goats and a couple of pigs over the years). The early ones were almost pets and we hand fed any sickly lambs. To keep to a manageable number some were sold for breeding and others for slaughter, of which we kept some.
I guess it's like restaurants giving you the provenance of the meat but to a micro level. We knew which all the sheep were so if one was lame or daggy or something, we could easily identify them.
TBH over the years the names were more for identification than as they started which were really pet names.Sadly, Trotsky (the first pig) died during the big storm in 87 when the only tree that fell in the field crushed him. We didn't eat him.
villa-ru
I grew up eating the named lambs we reared. Only had a smallholding of between 10-20 at any one time. All had names and were labelled with those names in the freezer. Some we had hand fed in the house when very small.