I've been traumatized since a child when relatives came over from a neighboring farm to my folks' farm to help dispatch a whole pen of Leghorns for the freezer. Such a nightmare & folks in the old days didn't bother to prepare youngsters for the bloody horror. After that effect Mom kept me away from processing days.
My neighbor couldn't/didn't want to cull in the suburbs & found a butcher who culled & dressed birds for a fee. Our neighbor moved to a rural state & now process their own poultry, goats, & rabbits.
Our birds here live out their lives. No roo so our eggs are not chick potentials.
Our former neighbor bought a gosling to raise for Christmas dinner but he was such a smart watchdog & herder of their wandering farm ducks that Mr Christmas is now a pet.
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