Sunday, July 10, 2016

Chicken Killing Time

I guess the preferred euphemism is "processing".

The 15 Cornish X hens came to the end of their lives this past week. I'd been keeping them in a mobile pasture pen, also known as a chicken tractor.

My nephew Calvin came to the farm with my parents and we processed the first two -- then ate them at our 4th of July bar-b-que.

Take it away Calvin -

Three days ago, another nephew, Max was here with my dad and we killed/cleaned the rest.


Look out below! Blood and guts to follow ---