Our first butcher day was comical in a very gruesome way. My husband grew up on a farm, but I had city-fied him for 30 years. So he and my son went to do the deed... before it was all through, butchering 12 birds took all day, cost us over $300 in medical expenses and half of them were roosters.
My husband bought a new knife for the day, and discovered that it was MUCH sharper than his old one and that chicken necks are not as tough as he recalled... laid open a finger to the bone on about the 2nd bird. He got sent down the road to the clinic in town while my son came in and tried to act like I was going to be some sort of help to him. I have no idea where he got a crazy notion like that. Everyone (but the chickens) did survive the day, and then I went to cook one. It was ALL I could do to choke back a couple of bites.
That was one short year ago. Today, my freezer is filled with my birds, and I nearly puke if I have to eat something that I don't know where it came from. I have them professionally done now, and it is worth every penny. We CAN do it if we have to, but I enjoy my food SO much more with the trauma removed.