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Of Death And Responsibility On The Farm

3/21/2012 2:51:28 PM

Tags: urban farming, sustainability, local food, farm gate, beginner, livestock, killing, lambs, sheep, Jennifer Nyberg

 Farmers are mommies too 

Experienced farm folk know that the act of raising animals great and small inevitably brings with it a close connection with death.  After all, in many cases, the livestock we grow is destined to become our food, killed for that purpose.  Academically, I understood and accepted this as I entered upon this new lifestyle, but it did not stop my hands from shaking when I culled my first rabbit from our breeding stock.  After watching a few videos on Youtube to learn the techniques of killing and butchering, I realised there was no substitute for the real thing.   As a thirty-something suburbanite, the reality of removing life was quite different from that of a farm kid with a lifetime of exposure to the act of killing.  Decades of only ever nurturing and protecting pet animals that lived and played in my childhood home, and later in my own apartments and houses, was turned upside down.  Here was an animal in my arms, just the size of our pet cat, similarly vital and breathing and beautiful,  neither aged nor ill, and I wanted to take its life, break its neck, remove that miracle of electrical impulse, synapse and chemistry.  The opposition of these two poles was difficult for me to overcome as I stood over  the rabbit.  But I did kill it, and many more in the year following, becoming with each subsequent kill more and more comfortable with this self-endowed power as Giver of Life or Death.  

The coming of  Horse Drawn Farms'  very first lambs was  a delight, and in my newness as a shepherd, I could not help but choose a favourite.  The only black lamb, with a small white patch or two across her back and the daughter of my best ewe, was an obvious candidate.  I carried her around in her first week, making friends, removing her fear and being gratified when she came to nibble at the tops of my boots or barely batted an eyelash as I approached her curled-up form tucked into a corner of the pen. By now,  my life-or-death power was in full swing.  This one will stay, I decided, and become one of my breeding flock. As I stroked her velvety wool, still coiled in little twists over her body, I envisioned her all grown up and perhaps having black lambs of her own--and all for me.   Yes, I had made my mind up about her, I thought, giving her warm little head a sniff.  The wonderful new-smell of baby lamb was a perfume.

And then she was dead.  I found her the next morning, hung.  She had strangled herself upon a hay net left, by me, hanging too low in the lamb pen.  I stared, aghast.  Hundreds of twists in the nylon of the net and the bare patch of flooring underneath swept free of straw told the story of a lengthy struggle.   Perhaps it was hours, spinning, gasping, kicking; plunging as the life was slowly squeezed out of her.  This was the power I had begun to feel smug about-- she had died a horrible, prolonged death through my carelessness.

After loosing the stiff little body and laying it aside just outside the pen, I opened the door for turnout as usual.  Four ewes and their lambs charged out, but Emily only stood over her dead child, sniffing it carefully, chuckling her humming mother-call, puzzled as to why it wasn't ready to go.  I left her for quite a while, to see if the pull of the flock would bring her along, but nothing would induce her to walk more than three or four steps.  In the end, I had to carry the lamb out to the paddock for her, and laid it in state where she could watch its still form as she ate.   In the afternoon, I finally removed it.

Writing this now in my office two days later, I can still hear her loud and obviously worried calls outside, reverberating into a stillness from which comes no answer.  I cherish the luxury I have of seeing the sheep run out each morning, the young ones joyously leaping and bounding in their exuberance at the freedom, the wonder of their new lives.   But I am weighed now, perhaps as all farmers should be, by the sense  of responsibility I have.  As a farmer producing animals, I am the cause of their life.   It falls to me, then, to remain vigilant, to ensure that their lives are the most comfortable, the most natural lives possible, and that their end, no matter when it comes, is the best possible death.



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DEBORAH ATKINSON-FEE
4/19/2012 5:55:34 PM
You have a loving and caring heart to write about this. I am so sorry that you had to endure the horror and sorrow of losing your little lamb. But, it was very important that you shared your tragedy with us all as I am a newcomer to the farming scene. Right now I have only my ducklings but I constantly wonder is I can better their living conditions. I guess for me praying and trusting God to keep leading me to the education and resources that will help me with this. God used you through your article here to help me. Thank you. (*hugs)

Elizabeth Platt
4/18/2012 2:50:21 AM
I recently watched in anguish as four piglets we purchased (ignorant of the fact that they were far too small to be the 6-week-old weanlings their seller claimed) weakened and died. Their deaths came from a combination of improper care — it took us a while to cotton to the fact that these were 2-week-old sucklings who needed warmer temperatures than our barn offered — and opportunistic infections that likely had been a product of the filthy conditions on the farm from which we obtained them. The last of them, the one I *thought* I'd saved, died in my arms, wheezing helplessly from the pneumonia I was unable to beat back despite the antibiotics I gave him. I only learned later that one side effect of E. coli infection is edema of the gut, which can exacerbate fluids in the lungs. This was not my first lesson in death — that came when my prize 6-month-old filly, a rare full Lippitt Morgan, broke her leg and had to be put down. She caught it in the round bale feeder we had placed in the pen, never imagining it could be a problem for her. So I know how you feel. And I'm so very sorry for your loss.

STACEY HEGARTY
4/14/2012 6:10:44 AM
Thank-you so much for that story. A story with so much valnurable honesty. I just read your story again to my sons. I could not have taught them about life and death, with such respect. That is an aspect in farming that we sometimes think can't go together. Its a good reminder.

Brandis Roush
4/11/2012 10:15:07 PM
This is beautifully written. I lost a handful of chicks last fall due to unintentional carelessness and its a terrible feeling, knowing you caused suffering and death to an animal you were supposed to be caring for. Even if the end result is meant to be death (these were meat chickens), the death should be quick, painless, and dignified and after a reasonable life has been lived. But as horrible as these situations are, we learn from them what NOT to do in the future. Our future livestock benefits, at least. I'm very sorry about your lamb.

Tonya Baumann
3/27/2012 3:53:56 AM
It's hard to see how far from facing our food we've come in the past 75 or so years. Prior to that most everybody knew, and never batted an eye, that our meats once were living, breathing creatures, with faces. Thank you for the straightforward story, with a down to earth moral.

Kim Saggio
3/26/2012 11:38:50 AM
Thank you for sharing your story with so much honesty. I enjoy reading your blog which shows so much compassion for your lifestyle and the animals brought into it.....

Ed White
3/24/2012 2:42:34 PM
However we look at it, human beings are predators and, it seems to me, farming is a controlled version of predation. We exist because other things die to help us continue that existence. As Jennifer alludes to in her wonderful essay, we are responsible for the life and death of not just our animals, but our plants too. We grow them with care, love, respect and skill. We also should kill them the same way. These creatures, both plant and animal, nourish our existence and affect our lives and the lives of our families for generations, such that, in death, they become even more a part of who we are. To treat our crops or our animals poorly or without compassion and care is to say that we do not care about ourselves. Living close to the earth is a difficult path, and a most rewarding and splendid way to be...

Serena Snow
3/24/2012 1:28:30 AM
Such raw honesty.......thank you for sharing.....and so eloquently written.

Bryan Welch
3/22/2012 12:16:07 PM
Great essay. Thanks!

jessieimproved
3/22/2012 1:10:41 AM
Farming brings us in contact with death like most of us have lost over the years. You'll be more prepared for the future, when more animals, and yes, even loved ones have to leave.







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