Well, according to the other bit to the argument where cows, sheep and pigs wouldn't be alive in the arrangement we now know them in if they weren't cultivated for thousands of years as food animals, there would be no cows, sheep or pigs if we weren't eating them.
Anyway, another memory from the slaughter floor popped up the other day I thought I'd share. Imagine it for a minute, blood all over the walls, blood pit drain blocked again and almost overflowing into your gumboots. You have your arm up past the elbow in hot, smelly, clotting blood to unblock it. The equipment is loud, the fans cooling the guys cutting hocks, the air knife for hides, the pressure cleaner over in the corner, the bolt gun going off. Whopper on the circular saw cutting horns off. Then, over the top of all the industry, a choir of male voices singing Christmas carols. It was Christmas and we were all singing while we slaughtered. It was a bit surreal.
