Last Wednesday dawned another beautiful day in middle TN...
Even if it did start a bit early. You see, it was butchering day. 60 chickens was too many for our little farm. Some would have to go.
But not George. George received a governor's pardon. A stay of execution, if you will, late the night before. A small voice asked, "Why did we save him if you were just gonna kill him anyway???" So George's name was crossed off the list.
Everyone else began to get nervous, wondering if the fates would be as kind to them that day...
Some were not as lucky. They met the executioner's chopping block. BTW- it is nearly impossible to sleep with someone butchering chickens outside your window, no matter how hard you try...
OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!!!
Thanks to April's chicken posts, Mr. I. had a new setup for butchering that day. Assembly line style. Only OUR sherriff never showed up to the party like theirs did. (DO keep a hose nearby. It was his greatest tool keeping "rubbernecking chickens" away! LOL!! Rubber chickens! Get it?? OK. I digress......)
What really amazed me was how interested the girls were once they woke up. (They obviously had no trouble sleeping through the carnage...) Here dad is explaining a gizzard to Peanut. Homeschool science, anyone? We never ATE the science projects when I was growing up...Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
No plucking here... Chop of the head, hang them to drip dry, then skin that sucker! (take off those little toes & wing tips, please... No. Not shoes. The tips of the WINGS!! Keep up, people!)
Next he cut off the leg quarters, and "drumettes" (those other upper-wing-thingies...) Then, starting at the body cavity, cut up either side between the breast and the back. A quick snip of the tendons at the shoulders, and the breast comes off. THEN take out the innards, now that you can get to them easier. If you're like Mr. I. save the gizzards, livers and hearts. NONE FOR ME THANKS! I'M DRIVING!!
Curly Sue in the "viewing balcony" ready with paper towels and soap. GO AWAY, MOM!!
Really. What did they see in all this. I'll be weeding the garden. Call me when you're done.
Thanks. THAT'S what chicken should look like! I prefer mine either on the HOOF or in the freezer, thank you very much! If you want anymore details, feel free to ask Mr. I. in the comments. He's proud of his accomplishments. Me too. But I could pass on the details.
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My kids love to cut into the gizzards to see what treasures the bird may have eaten. Usually it is just grass etc. but once they found a wire and piece of plastic.
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