Plucking the Duck
So I overslept this beautiful Saturday morning, but awoke to my dad's chainsaw cutting wood. As I was reading the paper and having breakfast, one of my mom's coworkers dropped by and handed me a duck in a plastic bag, freshly shot in the ass. It was still warm. I had mixed feelings about accepting food that is hunted for sport, especially in this day and age when everything can be raised on a farm and slaughtered in large groups, and there is such an over-abundance of meat on this earth.
However, I think it's important that all meat-eaters know where their food comes from and how it is prepared, from the time its heart stops beating to when it is put on your plate. I helped my dad pluck the feathers, and I will clean and keep some of the feathers for decorating. The most taxing part of cleaning a duck is pulling out its pin-feathers. They are small black things deep in the skin, and you have to pull them out with tweezers or your fingernails. I felt like I was extracting blackheads from someone's acne-ridden face. We plan on feeding the innards to our dogs, Jessie and Smokey. I think they will enjoy wild food for once.
I really want to learn how to shoot a hunting rifle. I'm not a particularly violent person, but it would be nice to know how to defend myself against the army of NRA enthusiasts who live around here. Archery is something I've always been familiar with, but it would be neat to learn how to hunt with a bow and arrow. I don't think I would have the heart to kill something as beautiful as a deer (unless I was starving), though deer are tasty, but waterfowl don't tend to evoke sympathy from the depths of my soul as much as mammals.
I saw A Series of Unfortunate Events with my mom today. Were the film execs like Nickelodeon wrong in marketing this movie to small children? Maybe. It's not a fairy-tale feel-good type of movie like Big Fish, but the film warns the audience about this at the very beginning. I saw children in the audience who were genuinely upset about the disheartening outcomes in the story. However, children need a good dose of dark reality. Especially children whose mothers dress and act like their children and spoil themselves and their children rotten to the core. No self-respecting mom should dress like Britney Spears, especially if they have two young boys. It's no wonder the boys' friends always want to come over. I told my mom she should write a book on parenting, because she is shocked on a daily basis how poorly - and almost non-existent - people's parenting skills have become. I saw a four year old boy in Suncoast today who kept smacking his father on the ass in a disrespectful manner, and instead of grabbing the boy's hands and demanding him to stop, the father just ignored him. After a while, he playfully returned his son's abuse. Like father like son, I guess. If my kid smacked me on the ass in public, our shopping trip would end and he would learn just how humiliating it is to get smacked on the ass. Alright well this is getting me all riled up, so I'll just leave this with a quote from my mom on parenting:
"We are worshiping our children instead of teaching our children how to worship."
However, I think it's important that all meat-eaters know where their food comes from and how it is prepared, from the time its heart stops beating to when it is put on your plate. I helped my dad pluck the feathers, and I will clean and keep some of the feathers for decorating. The most taxing part of cleaning a duck is pulling out its pin-feathers. They are small black things deep in the skin, and you have to pull them out with tweezers or your fingernails. I felt like I was extracting blackheads from someone's acne-ridden face. We plan on feeding the innards to our dogs, Jessie and Smokey. I think they will enjoy wild food for once.
I really want to learn how to shoot a hunting rifle. I'm not a particularly violent person, but it would be nice to know how to defend myself against the army of NRA enthusiasts who live around here. Archery is something I've always been familiar with, but it would be neat to learn how to hunt with a bow and arrow. I don't think I would have the heart to kill something as beautiful as a deer (unless I was starving), though deer are tasty, but waterfowl don't tend to evoke sympathy from the depths of my soul as much as mammals.
I saw A Series of Unfortunate Events with my mom today. Were the film execs like Nickelodeon wrong in marketing this movie to small children? Maybe. It's not a fairy-tale feel-good type of movie like Big Fish, but the film warns the audience about this at the very beginning. I saw children in the audience who were genuinely upset about the disheartening outcomes in the story. However, children need a good dose of dark reality. Especially children whose mothers dress and act like their children and spoil themselves and their children rotten to the core. No self-respecting mom should dress like Britney Spears, especially if they have two young boys. It's no wonder the boys' friends always want to come over. I told my mom she should write a book on parenting, because she is shocked on a daily basis how poorly - and almost non-existent - people's parenting skills have become. I saw a four year old boy in Suncoast today who kept smacking his father on the ass in a disrespectful manner, and instead of grabbing the boy's hands and demanding him to stop, the father just ignored him. After a while, he playfully returned his son's abuse. Like father like son, I guess. If my kid smacked me on the ass in public, our shopping trip would end and he would learn just how humiliating it is to get smacked on the ass. Alright well this is getting me all riled up, so I'll just leave this with a quote from my mom on parenting:
"We are worshiping our children instead of teaching our children how to worship."