baymule
Garden Master
Yesterday I walked outside and a lady pulled up in the driveway. She asked if I was the lady with chickens. Her husband, Jeff the wrecker driver had picked up my husband's truck a couple months ago when it needed to go to the shop, and he and I soon found common ground in chickens and gardens. So she had a couple of roosters she wanted to get rid of and asked would I take them. I told her they would be butchered and she said ok. She brought me 2 roosters yesterday afternoon. I put them in a cage with water.
Since we will be moving, I wanted to thin my own flock, so after the hens went to roost last night, I selected 5 that were on the old side (almost 4 years) and put them in a cage with water. It might sound macabre, but I talk to the chickens, calling them by name, gently seating them in the cone, before cutting their heads off. I said a prayer over them, thanking God for food for my family and thanking the chicken for giving up her life so that we can eat.
I got dressed this morning in my butcher clothes. Blood stained, spattered blue jeans and a T-shirt that looks like I was a participant in the Texas Chain Saw Massacre. I killed them one at a time, so that if I had to stop for any reason, I wouldn't have a bunch of dead birds to deal with. This is not my favorite thing to do and I usually find a way to put it off, but with 2 roosters crowing at the top of their little lungs, there was my reason.
I put them in the refrigerator, one by one, until they were all done. Then I cleaned up my outside mess. Then I washed and cut them up, which took awhile because I am real picky about things like that. The dishwasher is running and I have more to go in it when it is finished.
The dogs are laid up, full of "chicken treats" like they are sleeping off a bad hangover. I didn't save the liver, gizzard or hearts, but tossed them to the dogs, plus they got lots of fat. Normally I keep those, but on old birds, I let the dogs have them. Plus I had 7 of them and I just didn't want to deal with the extra work.
The chickens are now simmering in 3 big pots on the stove. I'm cooking them all and will pick the meat off the bone. Then I'll portion it out and package it in Food Saver bags and off to the freezer. Then tomorrow I'll can the broth because our grand daughter loves it so much and she can take it home next time she comes.
Tonight will be chicken-something-supper. Dunno know what yet.......I'm headed for a shower and un-massacred clothing.
Since we will be moving, I wanted to thin my own flock, so after the hens went to roost last night, I selected 5 that were on the old side (almost 4 years) and put them in a cage with water. It might sound macabre, but I talk to the chickens, calling them by name, gently seating them in the cone, before cutting their heads off. I said a prayer over them, thanking God for food for my family and thanking the chicken for giving up her life so that we can eat.
I got dressed this morning in my butcher clothes. Blood stained, spattered blue jeans and a T-shirt that looks like I was a participant in the Texas Chain Saw Massacre. I killed them one at a time, so that if I had to stop for any reason, I wouldn't have a bunch of dead birds to deal with. This is not my favorite thing to do and I usually find a way to put it off, but with 2 roosters crowing at the top of their little lungs, there was my reason.
I put them in the refrigerator, one by one, until they were all done. Then I cleaned up my outside mess. Then I washed and cut them up, which took awhile because I am real picky about things like that. The dishwasher is running and I have more to go in it when it is finished.
The dogs are laid up, full of "chicken treats" like they are sleeping off a bad hangover. I didn't save the liver, gizzard or hearts, but tossed them to the dogs, plus they got lots of fat. Normally I keep those, but on old birds, I let the dogs have them. Plus I had 7 of them and I just didn't want to deal with the extra work.
The chickens are now simmering in 3 big pots on the stove. I'm cooking them all and will pick the meat off the bone. Then I'll portion it out and package it in Food Saver bags and off to the freezer. Then tomorrow I'll can the broth because our grand daughter loves it so much and she can take it home next time she comes.
Tonight will be chicken-something-supper. Dunno know what yet.......I'm headed for a shower and un-massacred clothing.