Wayne and Emily invited us over to slaughter a couple roosters... or rather, asked us to slaughter a couple of roosters. Emily wanted to be rid of them, but didn't want to kill them herself. We, gladly, complied.
Meet dinner, er.. uh, Big Dave. No doubt he is wondering why Wayne is chasing him about the coop.
Lemme go!
When Eric slit the chicken's throat, he got splattered. Adelaide was horrified.
Bleeding out. Gunnar supervising.
Me plucking the second rooster.
Our squeamish child, she stayed well away from the slaughter, plucking, and gutting operations.
Cleaning him up.
Chicken guts, eewwwww!
Finished product. Two fine birds, cooling down. We roasted them, made gravy and had a lovely supper!
The hens were being harassed by the 3 roosters, thus Emily had us come give her a hand. The hens are happily laying again and we got to partake in the bounty. These teeny, tiny eggs are from the Americana hens. They are itty bitty and so delicious.
2 comments:
Now I have to go listen to the song! Yummy!
Love your blog, JOMAMA! I enjoy keeping up with you, your kids and hubby as well as Staci and your mom and dad. Your beautiful kids are so lucky to have you as their mama. Such a sweet family. Love to you all, Kris McCullough
Post a Comment