The first chicken I butchered was killed right in front of me by a bob cat. I chased the bob cat away and then decided that since I was considering purchasing some meat birds, I should use the situation as a learning experience. I discovered that the actual butchering of a chicken wasn't that big a deal, other than the sadness factor. This was one of my first 8 chickens, and was a lovely 4 month old Jersey Giant named Tyra (I wanted to name all my chicks after super models, but was over-ruled by my daughter). I had, however, been spared the most difficult part...the part where you take a living creature and turn it into a dead creature.
I decided to go ahead and order 35 Freedom Rangers this past summer and with the help of my mom, who lives next door and had never butchered chickens before either, killed, plucked, butchered and froze all but 7 of the 35 (4 were killed by a predator and 3 we decided to keep). I still have a hard time with the killing part, but as I've become more efficient and quick with it, it has become easier. Of the two pullets and one rooster we kept, I ended up deciding to dispatch the rooster when he was about 7 months old because he became a brute and was terrorizing and traumatizing my 9 hens.
I will be doing some again this next summer if my husband is OK with the idea. We had a traumatic summer this past year, having to evacuate the property for 9 days due to the Waldo Canyon fire. Evacuating with 3 kids, 2 dogs, a cat and 43 chickens has made my husband say "never again", even though I didn't ask him to be any part of the raising or butchering process.
I decided to go ahead and order 35 Freedom Rangers this past summer and with the help of my mom, who lives next door and had never butchered chickens before either, killed, plucked, butchered and froze all but 7 of the 35 (4 were killed by a predator and 3 we decided to keep). I still have a hard time with the killing part, but as I've become more efficient and quick with it, it has become easier. Of the two pullets and one rooster we kept, I ended up deciding to dispatch the rooster when he was about 7 months old because he became a brute and was terrorizing and traumatizing my 9 hens.
I will be doing some again this next summer if my husband is OK with the idea. We had a traumatic summer this past year, having to evacuate the property for 9 days due to the Waldo Canyon fire. Evacuating with 3 kids, 2 dogs, a cat and 43 chickens has made my husband say "never again", even though I didn't ask him to be any part of the raising or butchering process.