The fatty mcpatties are gone. Well not gone, they're in the fridge on ice b/c i'm too tired to finish them off tonight. Spent the day at Perfectly Polish's helping to build a coop and getting help to process birds. Thanks to PC, PP and Drumstick for the moral and physical support. I'm not as bothered by "losing" the birds as I think my brain is trying to make me. I did a really good job seeing the birds as food as they were growing up. It's a little bothersome to know they're "gone" but they're really not. I guess i'm just dealing with tired mixed emotions right now.