I was going through our old photo albums the other day and came across this sweet picture of our daughter holding one of our young roosters. It was 1987 (summer by the looks of it) at our home in New Jersey.
We had a large flock of chickens back then that we raised for eggs and meat. At four years old, Robyn probably didn't fully realize that she was holding her future dinner.
When butchering day inevitably came she took it all in stride and even assisted in the process—a regular little farm girl.