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No wonder they’ve earned the moniker “butcher bird.” Smaller ones are eaten quickly but larger ones take a little time to process. Who needs talons when you can skewer your prey to your heart’s content, leave it to sit for awhile so the skin loosens up in the heat, then eat your fill.
Nevertheless, only the most important news I did follow, those about the decision-making process on future sales of elephants and their ivory at a global wildlife summit in Johannesburg, South Africa, the first such meeting since 2013. I say they were butchered, face-off. One may say so.
Pat Fish was the creative force behind a band called Jazz Butcher – he died in October last year. If you are wondering how on earth such an obscure and self-referential joke could survive the editing process of this blog, the explanation is simple: There is no editing process. Maybe link to another music recommendation?
Butcher (no joke) from Montana: " “No one has to send a horse to a processing plant. Butcher plainly speaks of the use of horses and that those not usable perhaps should be killed. And no matter how special we claim horses are, they're only special if they're still worth something (to us. Financially).
Of all recognised occupations by which, in civilised countries, a livelihood is sought and obtained, the work which is looked upon with the greatest loathing (next to the Hangman's) is that of the Butcher—as witness the opprobrious sense which the word "butcher" has acquired. Henry S.
Here are some of my favorite quotes: "For thousands of years, farmers took their cues from natural processes. Some have tried to resolve this gap by hunting or butchering an animal themselves, as if those experiences might somehow legitimize the endeavor of eating animals. Factory farming considers nature an obstacle to overcome" (34).
While this tragedy will increase calls for sorely needed government regulation, the real answer lies in the hands of each one of us: buy your burger from a local butcher who processes his ground beef daily on the premises. Coli Shows Flaws in Ground Beef Inspection System ” (front page, Oct. 4): Your article about E.
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