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.
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.






