Animals are different...

[elfs]

The eagle was there this morning. I did not get a picture of it, however, because I had misplaced my camera and did not find it until the eagle was long gone. Sad, that, because the eagle had caught a squirrel and hauled it up to that branch. And while the eagle pecked at the poor squirrel... the squirrel was still twitching.

Ewww.

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Interesting sequencing. Not sure it support the claim that animals are *different*.

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Eh. Carnivores. It's what they do. Obligate carnivores (like my cat, show in my icon) even moreso.

My father and his late father have eaten all manner of organs. I doubt that I could, as I'm too far removed from my food (and don't love the taste of meat enough). But my grandfather was a child-refugee of World War I, and grew up on a farm.

My hubby, epinoid, is one-step closer. His mom, an Austrian war-bride, is the daughter of the valley butcher. When epinoid would visit his grandmother and aunt in Maishofen, Austria, he'd see freshly-slaughtered cows & pigs. I'm also guessing that, at some point, he'd see a animal alive one day and be eating it a few days later.

He told me about his grandmother's recipe for Leberkaese, which is the far, far better ancestor of the crappy deli product we know as liverwurst. The, "secret ingredient," he found out, was using the hyper-fresh, still-warm liver from a recently-slaughered cow.


I suspect that Americans who grew up on a farm have a similarly casual attitude about meat and where it comes from, not the squeamish reaction of most Americans, who are now very, very distant from their food.