Today was the day. After 5 days in solitary confinement, Red was still a vicious bully when we let her out yesterday, so she immediately went back to the confinement pen, now up-graded to death row. I didn't have the heart to starve her for her last day, so she still got scratch and mealworms as her last meal before bedtime.
I got up at 4:45 this morning to start heating up water.
5:30am: Hubby scooped her out of the coop and put her in my lap. We used a red headlamp, hoping this would not wake her up. Not sure if it helped or not; her eyes were open and she was awake, but quiet and docile. This is the first chicken of my own that I've killed, and it went pretty well, although I was still a bit tense from the time I cut her throat until she expired.
Because of not fasting her, she did some major pooping in my lap, but I had her wrapped up in a big rag towel, so it was no big deal. After dunking her in the scalding water, some more poop appeared at her vent, so I sort of squeezed it out and then dunked the butt area into another pail of clean, cool water, then rinsed it again with a hose.
Conclusion: Fasting not necessary, the poop adds a little extra work, but not enough to justify starving a chicken for the last day of its life, in my opinion.