So I guess when you stay with a full on real Irish family this might happen to you? Well we ran outside to the back yard and up some stairs to let Seanie know that the gas was out in the house... little did we know when he mentioned earlier that he was going to slaughter some sheep it would be in the backyard! Crazy! So if you don't want any of the gory details look away...
Outside of the little house there was a wheelbarrow full of sheepskin and head. As we walked in for the first time there was a sheep on its side "sleeping." I guess the blood and all that was just.. um... yah, it was pretty freaking real! He was standing over another one and was preparing to skin it. The little feet had already been chopped off and put aside. I think Eck had to walk over one of them to get to the other side! So who knows why, but we sat there and watched it for a little bit. The blood wasn't bad or anything and there wasn't really a smell. So he put little fluffy on a hook and began to knife its skin off. Yes boys and girls, I watched for like two minutes until it started getting a little tough. Then my ass was out of there.
Now this was the time when Eck and I went and got the gas for the house and he finished up both sheep. The one on the hook and then the one on the floor. We brought the guy some coffee... I mean, gotta stay alert when your dealing with sheep!
So we started asking questions about how old he was when he started and if they were his sheep or not... turns out a guy hired him to slaughter 9 sheep. See Seanie used to have his own business. The guy then pays him and might sell a few to his neighbours and saves the rest for eats. Then he asked if I wanted to catch the next sheep! Little did we know the next victims were in the same room as us! Ok, this is where I put in the picture that I took of them all scared and huddled in the corner! Hey! Don't give me shit... you all have had a hamburger or two in your life time! So I head up there, and of course he stops me because they are super strong. I was like, do they make a noise when you kill them? His response... yah, they'll be calling out your name Tricia. AH! But you have to say it with a cute little Irish accent to get the full effect! :o)
So he heads up the ramp grabs one by the horns and wrestles it to the ground and that was surely my cue to get the hell out of there. No, I didn't hear the little sheepy calling out my name, but I ran like hell!
Posted by tricia at November 15, 2003 01:16 PM