>>>We are getting ready to butcher next week, probably.<<<< Brought back memories all right. It was a way of life on our farm. Just got a big fresh Hen from a new butcher shop here in the land of supermarkets. I can remember my swinging those birds around making them dizzy and then chopping of the head. Don't make pets out of farm animals. One of our pigs named Buffy went out of the pen and followed Frank up the road and into the truck. That was it on steers or calves raised to eat. We did name our milk cows and tried to follow names so we knew the Mother. Had Mother Lacy, then Tracy, Casey et. Franco, Francis, Franny. You get the picture there was always family left. Its sad today when you see gravestone and have no clue to family. My trip to Jersey in Sept. was spent visiting every graveyard we could. We took pictures of names we knew, but were not related. Spending the day doing Census records, finally after the fall in Jersey and the one on Thur. should hang it all up. Old age 76 makes me think sometimes. Norma