Sheep -- it's what's for dinner!

Chops tonight -- nomnomnom.

I'm always sad when I have to decide which guys have to go to the butcher. The general idea is to keep and breed what we should (i.e. what's worthy of repeating/will improve the gene pool), sell what we can, and eat what we can't. Pasture is limited, more-so right now, after years of drought, so it really is a sacrifice to save the rest of the flock. Perfectly rational. No problem. So it takes weeks to convince myself that I've made the right choices, and I still end up crying for the ones that go.

And then the tidy boxes of neatly packaged, frozen cuts of mutton and lamb come back to fill the freezer.

I'll still get misty over their baby pictures -- I've never been a willing carnivore (at my first verbal Thanksgiving, I'm told I asked "But what did the turkey do?" -- I went veg at 13!).

But now it's time for chops, roasts, curries, lamburgers -- and, by Gumby, I'll be enjoying every tasty morsel!