Enjoying the Goats
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I have been caring for our young wether (castrated male) goats for just under a year now. Their care began before their birth by caring for their dams. It began in earnest when we had to intervene and assist in the birth of a few of them. We each took turns bottle feeding them, spending time with them out in the barn (because, who can resist baby goats?) looking to their every need. After they were weaned, they were let outside in a small pasture area beside the barn to frolic and play – honing their skills like medieval knights sparring with one another, training to rescue fair maidens. Later they were let out into the large pasture in order to allow room to roam and grow. All summer long, one of my favorite pastimes has been spending time with them in the pasture – playing tag, running down the pasture myself with the whole bunch chasing along behind me, cavorting, twirling and attempting to fly in their exuberance and freedom, loving life and their goatherd (me). All the “boys” want to be the first to catch me, all want to be the first to smell my breath – a cute goat trait an old “goat woman” told me about, that is enjoyed by almost all goats who have a relationship with their goatherd. It is how they like to say “Hi”. I have looked after these friends of mine with all the care I would a favored dog. Trimming hooves, doctoring injuries, feeding, watering, scratching their backs and under their chins. Be thou diligent to know the state of thy flocks and look well to thy herds. Proverbs 27:23 And now…..comes the time of year in which their lives come to an end. I understand when other people do everything in their power to not get attached to their meat animals, calling them names such as meatball or hamburger in order to lessen the pain. But as for me, I feel that since God has given me these animals to care for, then I must show them the same care as I do all the other animals. Many people butcher in the fall after the threat of flys are past and they can save on feeding hay through the winter. We butcher in late winter to make preparations for all the new kids that will be born in spring. We also do it now because when all those baby goats are born, I no longer have time to spend with the wethers. This is the time of year when “taking dominion” doesn’t come easy to me. It is a sober time of year, but also one for which I am very grateful to our Father for His provision. It is a time of seemingly ultimate destruction, but also one for building the strength of my family. A time to add to our larder.

The taking of an animal’s life in an intensely personal act for me. I make sure that I am involved because I feel a deep responsibility towards these animals I have lovingly raised. I personally feel, at least in my case, it would be cowardly to ask or expect someone other than myself to do the deed, so that I would not have to feel the gravity of the act. When we started raising goats for meat, I did a lot of study into the various ways of slaughtering animals and the stress involved for them, and I found much scientific proof that the slitting of the throat causes much less stress and trauma to the animal. This was quite a revelation for me. I have always been a hunter of elk and mule deer and have always been careful to place my shots well so that the animal did not suffer. They were almost always dead before I arrived. But when slaughtering your own animals, they transition from life to death beneath your own hand – Very personal indeed! I personally believe, because of the instruction God gave to the Israelite people on how to slaughter sacrificial animals, that He had real reasons for doing so in the manor He prescribed. A couple of those might be…

  • It is sure, quick and humane to the animal.
  • It made man take personal responsibility for the taking of an animal’s life.

There are numerous times the scriptures say “And he shall lay his hand upon the head of his offering, and kill it.” This applied to every four footed animal slain and even the birds offered were killed with man’s bare hands. Not exactly something for the squeamish. There are several things I would like to point out from these passages. This was not done with a rifle at a distance – it was not a shot between the eyes. This was up close and personal – with a knife – touching the animal. The killing was done personally by the man, for himself or his family. I know how distasteful all this sounds, but after killing my share of animals, in all my years of hunting, I can tell you that this method is much less stressful, with no trauma, and is a much calmer method for the animal. Sometimes the animal doesn’t even acknowledge that anything has happened before it collapses.

Here’s a thought for you. All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness: That the man of God may be perfect, thoroughly equipped unto all good works. II Timothy 2:16,17 Is the manor in which you take dominion over the creatures of creation considered “good works”? I should say so! All our orthopraxy does. It does matter!

This has been a very long winded approach to relate to you and to those who would ask me how I could possibly kill those animals I cared for, that this seems to me to be the best and most noble method I know of. My animals live a happy life (just a little anthropomorphism there – Hi Bambi). They are not over crowded in rank conditions. They do not wallow in their own excrement. They are never left alone but have other goats and sometimes humans to keep them company (goats are very social animals.) They are well fed. They are cared for physically. They are enjoyed by their goatherd. And when their time comes, they are not dragged with chains or shocked with electric prods to get them to enter terrified, onto a killing floor. They are gently led or carried, by me, to a secluded pen where I spend several minutes talking to them and stroking them to calm them even further. Then I or my son lay our hand upon their head and end their life calmly, with respect, with awe and with thankfulness to God for His abundant provision to my family. Very personal indeed!

We then proceed to hoist up, eviscerate and skin the carcass and then hang it to let it age for several days to a week before cutting it up ourselves and processing it ourselves. Below I have included a few pictures of the processes. What these pictures do not show is that this whole process is very much a family affair. Both Tyler and Matthew assist in slaughter and cutting, and Janis and I do all the packaging. Thats the way it is on a multi-generational farm.

Carrying a Wether to the Pen
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Calming Talk and Stroking
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Slaughter
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Ready to Cut
5 Minutes w/ a Recipricating Saw
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Knife Work
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Processing & Packaging
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Meat for the Freezer
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