Waste not, want not

When I got up this morning, I was planning to butcher our oldest buckling.  He'd already bred all the does I had slated for him, so his time had come.  In preparation, I spent the morning cutting and packing the front half of a Dall sheep that one of our hunters brought home, and then harvesting several meatbirds.

Then, much to my surprise, a gentleman called from Anchorage this afternoon and proceeded to drive straight out to look at our goats.  So I held off on the rest of my day's plans, and when he arrived I took the four remaining bucklings down the mountain to meet him.

Hari is here from Bhutan, via Nepal.  He brought 4 other Nepali with him and they spent the afternoon with us.  I'm happy to say that every piece of Ivory Jack was not only well taken care of, but also put to good use.  They even eat the skin!

I really enjoyed my afternoon, learning different ways to do things from a culture that remembers how to live close to the land.  Next time they come out, we plan to make a party out of it...  isn't life is full of adventure? 

They left happy, and I'm satisfied that our goat had a good life as well as a respectful death.  You can't ask for more than that!  In fact, I wish that all of our customers would take part in harvesting the animals that they purchase from us.  

Yep, that's what I want to work toward... now to dream it and make it so.  Good night!