Posts Tagged: butchering

There is Chicken Blood on my Pants (and No, I’m not a Witch).

It is quite humbling to catch a chicken, hold her, pet her, attempt to calm her, pass her off to Steve, and look her in the eye as the hatchet comes down. Then after plucking feathers, and knifing away the vitals, I carry it on ice to my freezer. I did that today.  I caught a bird that has lived at Ferncliff much longer than I have, and helped end her life.

 

This article is about killing chicken.  I thought you should know that here before you decide to keep reading or not.

 

There was a bright vivacious red color blood.  There were feathers–lots of them. There was a small child calling at his father, “please don’t kill it Dad.”  There was slimy smelly guts. There was skin. There were feathers we missed. There was yellow fat.  It smelled like a dead animal, it did a lot of twitching.  It bled on me. It’s smell lingers in my arm hairs hours later.

 

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