chicken chatter

Out of our three chicks we hatched last summer, two ended up being hens (yay!) and the little roo was taken to the feed store.

One of them has refused to sleep in the coop and chooses to rough it in the wild. I’ve had a hard time finding her and Jason and I watched her heading to roost tonight…

Found you! Way up in the tree…a tree I have seen two raccoons. We should be seeing our first eggs from her next month. I hope she makes it.

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By the way…

do you remember my interest in maybe slaughtering our own chicken for food? The mother hen had come down with Marek’s disease and could barely walk. She’d fall on her head when I put her down and the other hens were trying to peck her to death.

I decided to put her down. and although it wouldn’t be for food (since she was unhealthy) it would be an opportunity for me to learn about the process and see if it would be something we could do.

I researched a couple places for how to slaughter a chicken and decided to give it a go.

One site said to bonk them in the head with a stick to stun them first. Jason actualy did this by accident once by barely bumping one, coralling it into the coop and it layed on the ground looking dead for 20 minutes. So I give it a try and she’s sitting there, eyes wide open, looking at me like “why did you just hit me with that stick?”

So I forget that and just do a little chicken calming and lay her on my chopping 4×4 over some straw to absorb the blood. I position her neck and go for a direct chop with a hatchet. NOT EVEN A SCRATCH! again she’s looking at me like “why did you just hit me with that axe?”

It was awful! I was just abusing this poor chicken and not getting the job done. Jason said it was because I had it on straw and it absorbed the shock. ooops!

He did the deed for me, no problem and then the kids and I opened her up to see the anatomy. It was so tough! the feathers were a big mess and I needed a better knife for the job. I decided if it was to be done for real it would need some investments like the big pot, the chicken plucking tumbler and an outdoor sink. Not worth it for our occasional chicken farming on the sly in our suburban hood.

I am glad we got to experience it though. The kids and I got to dissect the crop and see what she’d been eating, find the lungs, heart and a kidney. There was also a really weird yellow yolk looking thing in her chest cavaty.

It was an interesting experience.

2 Responses to “chicken chatter”

  1. StephanieS Says:

    You are braver than I! Yuck. And sad. 🙁

  2. Lisa P Says:

    I was going to say the same exact thing! I don’t think I could have done the killing or the dissecting!

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