Step 1: Cart the chickens into the backyard.

Step 2: (for lack of a more humane word) Kill the fowl and hang it upside down.
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After we're sure they are dead, Dad soaks them in scalding water to loosen up the feathers. Doesn't he look like an impressive chicken soaker?

Here's my job: I use this high-tech chicken plucker and rid the birds of all their dignity.
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Poor little guy...
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Here's Madalyne, our industrious sister who cuts the feet off the chickens and cools them in cold water.
Mom's got the worst, but most important job of anyone here. She....well....ahem... "viscerates" them.
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And Maggie.............*sigh* I don't know WHAT she is doing.

The end. Now, if you ever visit us for dinner, you'll know where your food came from, and will be able to rest a little easier in your beds.
3 comments:
Your mother gets to disembowel the chickens, don't she?!
A HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!
You betta beleive it!
My mama is a real woman!
Hilarious, Miriam! You did a really good job of documenting that day.
And, FYI, I was working!
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