This is the first time we've had meat chickens. In the interest of education, I'm going to show the whole process. But this post is for squeamish people, (that would include me...) so here is the edited version:
Armed with a copy of our trusty chicken book, we all donned gloves and set up our work stations.
A picture is worth a thousand words.... Now, if you could handle this, the next post will have the unedited "Rest of the story"....
The chickens were blissfully unaware of the fate that awaited them shortly. It was Braeburn's job to catch them and bring them to Mr. Bechtel. I was truly grateful today that husbands always do the hard jobs. I simply could NOT have chopped off any heads. He wasn't thrilled with the idea either, but was very gallant and became the executioner.
Here you can see our work circle, or the "circle of life" as it was dubbed. The birds go to the chopping block, then to hang on the gallows, then to simmer for 20 seconds in the boiling pot, and then to the table for plucking, etc.
A picture is worth a thousand words.... Now, if you could handle this, the next post will have the unedited "Rest of the story"....
3 comments:
Yea... I don't think that I'll be looking at your blog for the next couple of weeks.....;)j/k
WOW!! you guy are brave!!!! I can't even stand the thought of that! I love that last picture!
As a kid, we used to help my Grandpa butcher the chickens each fall. My job was to catch the chicken by putting a wire hook around it's leg. Fortunately, the men did the "head removal" but we all got to pluck the feathers. I remember it smelling like wet feathers. Not great! But all that soon vanished as we had fresh fried chicken, with creamed new potatoes and peas. Yummm.....
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