Bringing up a boy

Teaching him how to gnaw on a bone.

Good boy!

Big girl bones...

Anyone who know's me well, will see these pictures and now how monumentous an event this was. Not only did I cook something with bones in it, but here I am actually touching the bones. I like to think of it as an omen that SP is going to nab a deer this year. Maybe it means I am one step closer to having my own livestock being raised for food. I know that I can rely on SP to butcher our pigs, goats, or cows but maybe it is time for me to get over my predispositions to hating anything on the bone. I despise it enough that you might think I was an invertebrate.

Sorry but the EMT in me got a bit fascinated by how those shoulder bones fit together and worked. Regardless, touching these are just a baby step. Picking it up and gnawing on it ...ah... I just don't think that's going to happen any time soon!