The Return of Silence
The mornings are quiet once again. I slaughtered the roosters yesterday. They were crowing more than they were not and getting aggressive toward one another. They actually pecked one of their own to death earlier this week.
I have to admit that the killing cone assisted in delivering a swift death without the usual flapping and flailing of the victim. Chickens stop all squawking and resistance when they are upside down. One rooster was so large that I had to use a hatchet and a block because he couldn’t fit in the cone.
Slaughter is my least favorite activity here and I try to make it as quick as possible. I do it out of sight of the other birds. After it is over I continue with the process of taking the feathers off and then gutting the animal. I try to keep the offal bucket out of my view.
If you ever feel like you are being robbed paying $10 for a whole chicken, I suggest you slaughter one someday and you’ll change your tune. At $10 they are worth every cent.
I guess all I’m trying to say yet again is please value the food you eat. A lot goes into it.