Cirrus@Austlit

'One of the essential jobs that we had to do on the farm was to kill a sheep so that our family could have some meat to eat. We ate most parts of the sheep; lamb chops, ribs, Mum boiled the sheep’s bones for sheep’s broth and the sheep’s liver. The liver was a prized delicacy carried into the kitchen, still warm and slippery from the freshly slaughtered sheep. Killing the sheep was a job that involved a certain amount of drama; rousing up my brothers and sisters to help catch the sheep or killers as we called them, the heightened moments of trying to grab one and then the slaughter itself. Once our cattle dogs sensed that a sheep was going to be caught they danced around in circles, wagging their tails, looking to Dad for directions before he shooed them towards the sheep paddock a short distance from our house.' (Introduction)