LOL! yeah... 'free range'... pretty well means a barnyard chicken. They'd be mortified to find out chickens are just about as bad as pigs with what they'll eat. Folks are composting their table scraps... Well I am too, but I run em through the chickens first. Snakes? dead rodents? Diggin through poop to get at fly larvae? Chickens eat that all the time. Not to mention the bugs... And other chickens. And I wouldn't want to eat any other chicken.
But there is real danger in that ignorance. How do you respect life without knowing what it is? How d you keep from distorting that without the hunt? There is a reason why country folks are such reliable people in respect of life. That disconnect is probably a primary cause.
I kinda see it like this. When you have killed your dinner (or a month or more worth of meat), you realize that this was something living. You thank the Almighty for this gift of sustenance and say a prayer for the critter, too. You realize that while you might be able to end that critter's life, you cannot make one, you could not bring it back, and the idea of irreversible acts is implanted.
You respect what died so you could eat, all part of nature, and don't frivolously end any life.
You become a gentler person as a result, keeping a different perspective, even in dealing with humans, because you know some things can't be taken back.
But you also recognize that some things will not be stopped short of taking that life, and that in some cases it is necessary (rabid critters, predators, etc.).
In that case, it is no more an emotional event than a rock falling down a cliff face is. It is just a chore that needs to be done, without malice.