What a nice surprise this week to see three, then four lambs among the flock in the corner paddock. How charming to see them frolicking around in the snow, full of new life, a reminder that Spring is just around the corner. The spotted one is such a darling.
The reminder from a lunchtime conversation in the teacher's lounge that lamb is quite tasty and most of us have eaten it at the Greek restaurant we favor took my enthusiasm down a notch. I hope the birth of these young ones wasn't timed for Easter dinner.
I don't eat as much meat as I used to, but I'm not a vegetarian, either. Sometimes I remember to do as the Native Americans and thank the animal for the gift of its life, which makes me feel better, but it is so after the fact, I doubt the message reaches to the animal soul.
We seldom think about the life behind the meal. Perhaps we should.
