My room mates and I just processed chickens for the first time. My room mate's two children (ages 5 1/2 and 4) stayed in the house with my dog. We had been telling them what would happen and why since before the chicks arrived, but did not want the kids to witness anything traumatizing. We figured the best thing was to tell them the truth, and that it was ok to be sad.
After the event, their dad explained to them how it happened (they were curious, and we feel it is part of the grieving and growing process to learn about things like this).
He told them that we killed them, then put them in hot water, then cold water, then took off the feathers, then took out the insides, and then put them in the freezer.
The 4 year old then added, matter-of-factly, "and then they FROZE to death!"
So much for explaining.
Anyone else have stories on how kids cope?
We aren't sure, though they claim to want to help, when to let them. None of us were exactly farm kids, so we don't know quite what to do with them in regards to teaching them the harder things.
After the event, their dad explained to them how it happened (they were curious, and we feel it is part of the grieving and growing process to learn about things like this).
He told them that we killed them, then put them in hot water, then cold water, then took off the feathers, then took out the insides, and then put them in the freezer.
The 4 year old then added, matter-of-factly, "and then they FROZE to death!"
So much for explaining.
Anyone else have stories on how kids cope?
We aren't sure, though they claim to want to help, when to let them. None of us were exactly farm kids, so we don't know quite what to do with them in regards to teaching them the harder things.