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Congrats on the processing. Sounds like you had your hands full since you were doing it alone. How did the hatchet work? How did you hold their heads down? I'm afraid of missing their heads and then the poor birds will have to suffer for a few more seconds or minutes while I re-position them. I don't want to torture the poor birds.
The hatchet worked well. I grabed them by the feet with my left hand & turned them upside down. I layed the head & neck down on a board. It didn't completely sever the head, but it did the job. From there I threw them into a 55 gal drum. They moved around for about 30 seconds, which may have been the worst part about it. The first one I definitely found my self saying "easy boy". It is definitely an emotional experience, but once they were dead, the rest was not bad at all.
You're absolutely right -- it is definitely an emotional experience. That's why I don't name my chickens. Without a name, I feel detached from them from the very start. I butchered my first ones last year. The first one is the hardest one to do. After the first one is done, you regroup and try to improve your method. For me, I like to use a utility knife and slit the main artery on their neck. I prefer that they don't jump all over the place so I just bleed them over a bucket holding them by the feet. I plan to purchase some of those "killing cones" to make the job a little more efficient for me. Growing up, my mom would just wring the chicken's neck. I never could do that because it's just too traumatic for me. Killing the chickens is definitely a mindset.
Congrats on the processing. Sounds like you had your hands full since you were doing it alone. How did the hatchet work? How did you hold their heads down? I'm afraid of missing their heads and then the poor birds will have to suffer for a few more seconds or minutes while I re-position them. I don't want to torture the poor birds.
The hatchet worked well. I grabed them by the feet with my left hand & turned them upside down. I layed the head & neck down on a board. It didn't completely sever the head, but it did the job. From there I threw them into a 55 gal drum. They moved around for about 30 seconds, which may have been the worst part about it. The first one I definitely found my self saying "easy boy". It is definitely an emotional experience, but once they were dead, the rest was not bad at all.
You're absolutely right -- it is definitely an emotional experience. That's why I don't name my chickens. Without a name, I feel detached from them from the very start. I butchered my first ones last year. The first one is the hardest one to do. After the first one is done, you regroup and try to improve your method. For me, I like to use a utility knife and slit the main artery on their neck. I prefer that they don't jump all over the place so I just bleed them over a bucket holding them by the feet. I plan to purchase some of those "killing cones" to make the job a little more efficient for me. Growing up, my mom would just wring the chicken's neck. I never could do that because it's just too traumatic for me. Killing the chickens is definitely a mindset.