Within two miles of our house, our farming friends grow fruit & vegetables, raise cattle, goats & chickens. I can ride my bike to pick up honey, maple syrup, milk, butter and almost anything else that our family needs to eat. So this is another surprise to Mr. P — that our food is literally in our backyard with the cattle and goats that my farming mom raises. But the true surprise is to me — Mr. P (a dedicated carnivore) could never eat anything that my mom raises. Not because of how they are raised, but because they are so well cared for and he's been able to look them in the face (for instance, one longtime herd member will be going to market shortly which makes Mr. P quite sad). From my mom's small herd of 13 to our neighbour's large herd of more than 200, the animals that provide us our food are raised like family.