We woke up Friday morning and started to get things ready for the butchering. I could sense that Jim's anxiety was up there. We have never done this before. But, if we want to have a hobby farm and be homesteaders and raise our own meat, we have to be able to do this kind of stuff.
I wasn't sure how I was going to handle the whole thing or if I was even going to get my hands into it, or if I would be taking any pictures. I did take some but daughter Erin and Lauren took most of the pictures. I thought of the chicken butchering post over at Coal Creek Farm where I learned a lot about butchering.
I wasn't attached to these birds, I wouldn't allow myself to get attached. Jim on the other hand did get some what attached even tho he tried his best not to. These were his rooster-boys as he called them. We really didn't have much choice but to butcher them. We just couldn't keep a rooster let alone 9 of them.
We ended up skinning and plucking the birds. I know I'm a wimp cause I wore gloves, but I just couldn't quite get myself to do it all bare handed. Jim and I ended up gutting the birds together. I dug out the insides while he handled the knife. No pictures of that...and to think I hated biology when we had to dissect a frog.
The whole thing was really not what I expected...The grand kids were running around playing as if butchering chickens is an everyday occurrence here. I was just hoping that someone going by didn't get too concerned with what we were doing. Because looking into our back yard kind of looked like a three-ring circus and a slaughter house all rolled into one.