Dumbest Things People Have Said About Your Chickens/Eggs/Meat - Part 2 : Chicken Boogaloo.

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My dad is still completely against us raising meat, but both me and my mother are very excited about turning our one acre lot into a mini farm. I just hope we can convince my dad iti is worth the effort/emotional trauma of killing and butchering chickens,


My husband and I were discussing this on the phone. Neither of us have processed a chicken. In fact, when I was young, he had to teach me how to cut up a whole chicken. (I still buy them cut up if possible.) How long would you guys say it takes to process a chicken? What is done with the feathers and other left overs afterwards?
 
My husband and I were discussing this on the phone. Neither of us have processed a chicken. In fact, when I was young, he had to teach me how to cut up a whole chicken. (I still buy them cut up if possible.) How long would you guys say it takes to process a chicken? What is done with the feathers and other left overs afterwards?

Depends on one's level of expertise, if you choose to pluck or skin, and even on the size of the chicken. Shouldn't take longer than a half hour, even if you are inexperienced, if you have everything set up for the butcher prior to the event.

Depends on preference and how you live....I give leftovers to the dogs or, if too many carcasses for them to eat right away, I will place them in the woods for the local scavengers. Some people bag them and put them in the garbage, some bury them, some compost them.
 
Depends on one's level of expertise, if you choose to pluck or skin, and even on the size of the chicken.  Shouldn't take longer than a half hour, even if you are inexperienced, if you have everything set up for the butcher prior to the event. 

Depends on preference and how you live....I give leftovers to the dogs or, if too many carcasses for them to eat right away, I will place them in the woods for the local scavengers.  Some people bag them and put them in the garbage, some bury them, some compost them. 


2x - I processed my 14 wk old cockerel couple of Sundays ago before my kids woke up. Took less than 35 min tops including clean up the kitchen and washing everything I use.
 
Hi,
We are new to raising chickens and having our own fresh eggs but it isnt rocket science to understand that eggs in the store are NOT the freshest ! Farmers have a month to get them to stores I believe. Sigh...people dont understand where their food comes from. Fresh cackleberries are the BEST!!! ;)
 
My husband and I were discussing this on the phone. Neither of us have processed a chicken. In fact, when I was young, he had to teach me how to cut up a whole chicken. (I still buy them cut up if possible.) How long would you guys say it takes to process a chicken? What is done with the feathers and other left overs afterwards?
Younger birds are easier to dress out. My year old roost took FOREVER to get everything out. If your scalding water is hot enough, plucking is fairly quick and simple
 
My dad is still completely against us raising meat, but both me and my mother are very excited about turning our one acre lot into a mini farm. I just hope we can convince my dad iti is worth the effort/emotional trauma of killing and butchering chickens,
We were dreading culling out first meat birds. Daughter was totally against it. But after tasting it, she wanted more meat birds lol. They taste so much better than a store bought bird. And they lived a lot better life then a chicken house bird. Most of those never see the Sun until they're on the back of a truck on their way to be culled. Ours got to free range and live the way a chicken should live. And they were all cramped up. They had plenty of room to do as they pleased. We're getting ready to cull several more of our roos.
 
Every now and again I stumble upon this thread and read a few pages. When I do I find myself shaking my head in disbelief at the sheer ignorance of what is understood to be the average, educated person.

My husband and I were self employed before we retired. One of our customers worked for the Federal Prison system in the kitchen where he supervised prisoners that worked there. One day he asked them "where do you think the food that you buy comes from?" The prisoner's response? "From the grocery store." So where does the grocery store get the food?" He then asked them. "From the back of the store".The prisoner replied. The guard pointed out the window at a field being worked by a farmer and told them, "THAT is where food comes from!

Another time, a few years before, I was working in a large rehabilitation center. One evening, doing a med pass, I observed a group of elderly male residents watching a flock of deer outside in the yard, enjoying corn that we had dumped for them. Handing one of the gentlemen his medicine, I leaned over and asked them if they were deciding which one they would shoot? They enthusiastically said, "YES!" and pointed out a large doe. An aide walked by at that moment and exclaimed how could we shoot one of 'our' deer? Easy. I told her. Her shock intensified at the thought of eating meat that was not bought at the grocery store. I asked her what she had for dinner the night before. Hamburgers. She replied. Where do you think hamburger comes from? I asked her. Do you think that steer voluntarily threw itself on a knife until it was dead and voluntarily agreed to have it's flesh ground up into fresh ground round so you could enjoy it slapped between a bun and smothered in onion and mustard? She literally turned green and without further comment walked away.

My very favorite story though is the day we sold a car to a couple from Chicago. My husband and I lived rural also before we retired and as they were loading the car onto a hauler, the lady said " I'll be glad to get out of here and back to the city!" Her comment surprised me. I love the rural life with its peace and tranquility. "Really?" was all I could say "Yes," she replied and leaned towards me to say in a hushed voice "We saw COWS! They were right up to against the fence. The were EATING!" I stammered something like, "well cows will do that." and hurried back into the house before I burst out laughing in front of everyone.

People are just clueless these days and it really scares me. Either they are going to be the first to die off should somebody punch the reset button or we are all going to wind up taking care of them because they cannot take care of themselves.
 
Every now and again I stumble upon this thread and read a few pages. When I do I find myself shaking my head in disbelief at the sheer ignorance of what is understood to be the average, educated person.

My husband and I were self employed before we retired. One of our customers worked for the Federal Prison system in the kitchen where he supervised prisoners that worked there. One day he asked them "where do you think the food that you buy comes from?" The prisoner's response? "From the grocery store." So where does the grocery store get the food?" He then asked them. "From the back of the store".The prisoner replied. The guard pointed out the window at a field being worked by a farmer and told them, "THAT is where food comes from!

 
Another time, a few years before, I was working in a large rehabilitation center. One evening, doing a med pass, I observed a group of elderly male residents watching a flock of deer outside in the yard, enjoying corn that we had dumped for them. Handing one of the gentlemen his medicine, I leaned over and asked them if they were deciding which one they would shoot? They enthusiastically said, "YES!" and pointed out a large doe. An aide walked by at that moment and exclaimed how could we shoot one of 'our' deer? Easy. I told her. Her shock intensified at the thought of eating meat that was not bought at the grocery store. I asked her what she had for dinner the night before. Hamburgers. She replied. Where do you think hamburger comes from? I asked her. Do you think that steer voluntarily threw itself on a knife until it was dead and voluntarily agreed to have it's flesh ground up into fresh ground round so you could enjoy it slapped between a bun and smothered in onion and mustard? She literally turned green and without further comment walked away.

My very favorite story though is the day we sold a car to a couple from Chicago. My husband and I lived rural also before we retired and as they were loading the car onto a hauler, the lady said " I'll be glad to get out of here and back to the city!" Her comment surprised me. I love the rural life with its peace and tranquility. "Really?" was all I could say "Yes," she replied and leaned towards me to say in a hushed voice "We saw COWS! They were right up to against the fence. The were EATING!" I stammered something like, "well cows will do that." and hurried back into the house before I burst out laughing in front of everyone.

People are just clueless these days and it really scares me. Either they are going to be the first to die off should somebody punch the reset button or we are all going to wind up taking care of them because they cannot take care of themselves.
....I have no words.
 

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