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I think they had it coming....














Lots of carnage.















There were multiple people involved.

good times

i miss that. I bet great eating

Done that myself a time or two. Good eats ahead for you.

No Confederate flag? Must have been those antigovernment right wing types then.

Yum..

I have to cover my entire coop and run or the hawks get more than me.

Got about another 5 - 6 weeks for our chicken jihad.

Are you lopping heads with a pruner?

Your hanging method disallows the entertainment of the headless run!

Yep! The only place I've ever seen them leave the heads on was at the 'chicken plant'. They saved everything there, sent all the scraps to the rendering plant and made , yea you guessed it... chicken feed!

Wheree the heckk wS that,.........we executed chickens, ducks turkeys, geese via electrocution.... and then slashing and scalding...........

We are of the hatchet and bucket method.

These were only 7 weeks old. I had a heck of a time keeping the birds intact during their death flop the way it was. I'm going to line up a killing cone if we do this again.

The pruner worked pretty well for removing the non-edible part.

"Ahead of"
Are you trying to be clever, or something?




I used to get SO mad at grandma when I was little.
She'd drop the axe then carry by one leg and set it gently in the pile.

That's just wrong.
Deprive a young boy frm seeing all that floppin and jumpin and kickin.

Even grandpa get on her ass about it.
"Just throw it and get the next one!"

Only 22? A farmer who lets me hunt his property asked me to help him butcher chickens. We did 80 one day. My hands were never so sore from pulling guts.

If it saves just one chicken...........

I don't think we should kill chickens when you can buy them at the store.

My sis thinks the same way.^^^

Grandpa ran the fire. Keep the pot boiling and strip 'em off.
Me and kid sis ran the hooks as dad pushed 'em to us.

They ran to us cuz we fed 'em... and from him cuz they're smarter than they look.

We'd drag 'em over to granny by the stump with 2 ten penny nails driven in to poke their head between then pull and chop.

Granny was old and scrawny and that hatchet heavy.
Sometimes she'd hafta chop two or three times to get 'er done.

After grandpa dunked and stripped 'em, it was over to the picnic table where two old aunts waited with butcher knives and buckets.

A regular assembly line production operation..

The old aunties could part 'em out faster'n a mexican auto chop shop.
And they'd save and sort various sizes yet to be shelled eggs, too.
Big ones are good eatin.
Little ones are excellent catfish bait.
And the guts go to trap lined down on the river.

These elders mine, spoke more German than they did English..

I prefer all my meat be grown at markets. Killing is so...barbaric.

When I was a lad we raised turkeys one year and after they got so big we let them run "free range".
Butchering time came and as can be expected they were quite wild, though the first one was fairly easy to catch. They were too big to hold by the feet and wing tips in one hand in our traditional chicken chopping method. I had to hug the turkey from behind with my arms pinning the wings down and then bend over towards the chopping block while someone else chopped the head. I guess I didn't think far enough ahead, you know what happens when the head comes off... the neck curled back shooting hot blood all over me.
I shot the rest in the head with a .22.

Cornish hens?

My mamma was the best i ever seen at ringing a chicken head off in ten seconds.