Processing Day Support Group ~ HELP us through the Emotions PLEASE!

Sally asked I let ya'll know how my process went and any advice I could give so here goes:
We had 4 cornish Xs (I plan to get more and some slower growing meat birds such as red-rangers or similar), which I processed before Memorial Day.

I'll be honest the first bird was a bit hard to dispatch, while I've hunted for years it is different to dispatch an animal with a knife. Once I did him it was easy to do the rest, I'd gotten over that first hurdle. I also made the mistake of slicing the wrong side of his neck, and quickly corrected my mistake. With the other 3 it was the right hand side on the first cut. I used an old porch swing frame with painter's plastic laid underneath to hang them from and placed a 5 gallon bucket under the bird. I did one bird at a time, and allowed them to hang for a little bit after I decapitated them (once they were dead). Allowing more of the blood to drain before I went on to the next step.

To scald them I had a large pot (large enough to dunk one bird) on my grill's side burner. I dunked them for a minute at most.

Because I only had 4 to do I did the plucking by hand, but I am looking into a plucker as the next batch will be larger. If you have fibromyalgia, arthitis, carpal tunnel or any issues with your hands/wrists I would recommend looking into buying a plucker or seeing if you can rent/borrow one. I have fibro and carpal tunnel and my hands were killing me after I was done.

Once they were plucked I placed them into a cooler with ice as it was warm outside. I used the same bucket to place the feathers, heads, and innards which I disposed of on our property (but we have 8 acres and we dispose of innards from all animals at the furthest edge of our property). I honestly don't know how to dispose of the waste if you can't do so on your property. I would check with your garbage disposal person. Gave the feet to my dogs, which they loved.

I did not buy any of the specialty tools for processing my birds. I used a very sharp filet knife for the necks. A very sharp chefs knife for the joints and quartering. A pot I already had for scolding. A small spoon and my fingers for the lungs.

In hindsight the two biggest things I would do differently would be not to feed them for at least 12 hrs before processing (there was food coming out of their crops when they were decapitated) and to get them at a time of year when they would be processed in cooler weather.
 
Sally asked I let ya'll know how my process went and any advice I could give so here goes:
We had 4 cornish Xs (I plan to get more and some slower growing meat birds such as red-rangers or similar), which I processed before Memorial Day.

I'll be honest the first bird was a bit hard to dispatch, while I've hunted for years it is different to dispatch an animal with a knife. Once I did him it was easy to do the rest, I'd gotten over that first hurdle. I also made the mistake of slicing the wrong side of his neck, and quickly corrected my mistake. With the other 3 it was the right hand side on the first cut. I used an old porch swing frame with painter's plastic laid underneath to hang them from and placed a 5 gallon bucket under the bird. I did one bird at a time, and allowed them to hang for a little bit after I decapitated them (once they were dead). Allowing more of the blood to drain before I went on to the next step.

To scald them I had a large pot (large enough to dunk one bird) on my grill's side burner. I dunked them for a minute at most.

Because I only had 4 to do I did the plucking by hand, but I am looking into a plucker as the next batch will be larger. If you have fibromyalgia, arthitis, carpal tunnel or any issues with your hands/wrists I would recommend looking into buying a plucker or seeing if you can rent/borrow one. I have fibro and carpal tunnel and my hands were killing me after I was done.

Once they were plucked I placed them into a cooler with ice as it was warm outside. I used the same bucket to place the feathers, heads, and innards which I disposed of on our property (but we have 8 acres and we dispose of innards from all animals at the furthest edge of our property). I honestly don't know how to dispose of the waste if you can't do so on your property. I would check with your garbage disposal person. Gave the feet to my dogs, which they loved.

I did not buy any of the specialty tools for processing my birds. I used a very sharp filet knife for the necks. A very sharp chefs knife for the joints and quartering. A pot I already had for scolding. A small spoon and my fingers for the lungs.

In hindsight the two biggest things I would do differently would be not to feed them for at least 12 hrs before processing (there was food coming out of their crops when they were decapitated) and to get them at a time of year when they would be processed in cooler weather.
We are seriously throwing around getting some soon so that we can process sept. Thank you so much for sharing, we had that issue with feeding as well, but I took it as last meals and the tad of puke I had to deal with was ok because they at least had food and didn't starve before death.
 
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As far as the pet chicken and eating her goes...I just want to add that my grandmother died at 87 and during WWII in Greece her mother killed and ate her pet chicken. She always brought it up and for the rest of her life didn't form any other attachments to animals. That may be an extreme case, but why not just put her down when she is too sick and bury her. It's ok to "waste" a pet, which is what it is if he is attached. All lessons are not good lessons. Just my 2 cents...

Lisa
 
Oooph... Gut punch... As if I wasn't already concerned about messing the kid up, here's proof that even this minor decision could literally scar him for life... A 70 yr grudge against mom over the death and consumption of a chicken? Ouch.

He is spending the week on "vacation" at the grandparents' house. When he gets back I intend to talk about this with him some more. I'll keep y'all posted.
 
Oooph... Gut punch... As if I wasn't already concerned about messing the kid up, here's proof that even this minor decision could literally scar him for life... A 70 yr grudge against mom over the death and consumption of a chicken? Ouch.

He is spending the week on "vacation" at the grandparents' house. When he gets back I intend to talk about this with him some more. I'll keep y'all posted.


LOLOL....I wouldn't put too much stock in tales like that. I will guess that someone would have deeper and already existing psychological issues to hold a grudge over a chicken for 70 years. It may not have been the only grudge she held. I've got family that have held 25 yr grudges over nothing...no one can ever figure out what they are grudging about. Some people just want something to blame their issues on and a dead chicken is a good a something as anything.

My Dad told us all his life that his mother had never told him she loved him and whined about it for 75 years....later we found letters his mother had written him while he was in the army and they were all full of her love for him and signed with love. He also used to tell about a beloved mule he had as a boy that he was forced to kill when it got a broken leg....I'm seriously doubting that tale now.
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There are many, many, many people in farm communities who have had to eat a beloved livestock animal because common sense overrules sentimentality in farming, in most cases. And many, many who were never scarred emotionally for 75 years because of it. A person picks and chooses what burdens they wish to carry all their lives and are free to just put them down if they are too heavy and leave them behind.
 
We are seriously throwing around getting some soon so that we can process sept. Thank you so much for sharing, we had that issue with feeding as well, but I took it as last meals and the tad of puke I had to deal with was ok because they at least had food and didn't starve before death.
I had looked at it that way ahead of time, but mine had apparently gorged themselves so it was more than a "tad of puke." I was/am more concerned with the possibility of cross contamination from the digestive tract than anything else.
LOLOL....I wouldn't put too much stock in tales like that. I will guess that someone would have deeper and already existing psychological issues to hold a grudge over a chicken for 70 years. It may not have been the only grudge she held. I've got family that have held 25 yr grudges over nothing...no one can ever figure out what they are grudging about. Some people just want something to blame their issues on and a dead chicken is a good a something as anything.

My Dad told us all his life that his mother had never told him she loved him and whined about it for 75 years....later we found letters his mother had written him while he was in the army and they were all full of her love for him and signed with love. He also used to tell about a beloved mule he had as a boy that he was forced to kill when it got a broken leg....I'm seriously doubting that tale now.
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There are many, many, many people in farm communities who have had to eat a beloved livestock animal because common sense overrules sentimentality in farming, in most cases. And many, many who were never scarred emotionally for 75 years because of it. A person picks and chooses what burdens they wish to carry all their lives and are free to just put them down if they are too heavy and leave them behind.
That made me laugh...My Dad's side is the same way, and so am I, although we know what the grudge is over and it's usually something major.

As far as having an upset child when it comes to processing I can't give advice. My son (7 yrs old) was mad at me for processing ours while he was at school and he has picked out which extra rooster he wants to be his roast chicken dinner. He and I are able to emotionally detach ourselves when it's time to process/dispatch an animal. As this is our first year with chickens the only prior example I can give are the wild deer/rabbits. Gavin names them every year and is always present for field dressing when we're lucky enough to shot one. He also names the fish we catch and keep, and gets mad if I clean them without him. Gavin's even gone so far as to ask my future FIL if he can buy a steer next spring so he can provide steaks for Sunday supper.

Personally I use all processing times as learning experiences and anatomy lessons. He understands they are for food and understands it's the same thing with the chickens, but he's been around it (the hunting and fishing for food) all his life, as have I. I guess that makes a difference.
 
Colt is also a very practical child. He'll be 7 in a couple weeks, and he had no qualms shooting a deer last year, shooting turtles, going fishing, etc. If it were any of the other chickens, I KNOW he would probably care less. He just argues with me on this one old girl because she is HIS favorite chicken... He doesn't really get upset or cry when we talk about it. Rather he tries to negotiate with me about it. That's my son = the negotiator. So, the struggle for me is trying to explain to him the reasonings for why I think we should cull her, even though she is his favorite.

I am really enjoying this discussion. I appreciate everyone's input on this. What I've read on this thread has been from the emotional perspective of the person who is doing the actual culling (which has been good for me personally), but I think this spin on how to deal with the situation when a child's feelings are involved is really important. Thanks again.
 
bee and sally good to see you both.

just my 2 cents at every slaughter. i tell each bird thank you for your service and your life will not be in vane.you will feed a person.
 
It has taken me a better part of this week to catch up to current events on this thread. I have gleaned information from this and a few other threads and websites (and the bad descriptions from my husband and friends) and finally given a go at my first process....

I did not take pictures as I was far to concentrated on the completion of the job. My morning had also been full of cleaning and repairing from a bear attack on some of our pullets.

Now that I think back on it we should have recorded it. We must have looked hilarious!!!! BUT there was a rhyme and reason for all of our decisions.

So to start I needed privacy. That ended us up in the garage. My husband REALLY didn't want "a massacre scene". HELLO either did I. We used a tall laundry basket, bolted a trimmed cone to it, put a huge rock in the bottom (heard they tip sometimes) then put in the contractor bag tucked under the cone. The cone goes 3/4 of the way into the laundry basket which was great because it limited our view of any eye contact! . Now since smell was a big concern we put on dust mask (my 15 year old daughter and I ) scented with a few drops of lemon essential oil. Gently placed him into the cone. DD tipped his neck and used a chefs knife (which is now in my handy dandy process tote) to slice the jugular. I realized at that moment that NONE of our readings had told us how long to let them bleed out....!!!! And after hearing of someone who had poop flying in the air I threw a towel over the basket for good measure. So we let the scalding pot get to temp (on the camping stove on the cement floor) and peeked into the basket and sure enough the blood flow had stopped. into the scalding pot. We were using the tip that when the wing feathers slide out get the bird out. We also had on thin disposable gloves. This really helped to distance myself a bit dulling touch and smell. It was GREAT! My daughter read the tutorial from my phone showing me pictures. I had a small table with a cutting board on it right next to the bleed out laundry basket. I just went from rubbing off the feathers ( i did get a bit frantic when the baby woke up and I heard him crying for me, i accidentally ripped off a wing trying to finish the wing feathers) removing crop head and neck, to legs at joints, to finding the entry of the cavity , cutting around the vent and carefully swiping it all out in one soft pull right into the basket. Then off to the adjoining laundry room to wash the bird. now he is resting in the spare fridge. Hosed the cone off in the side yard and stashed it in the back of the garden shed.

I am wondering how i will wash the cone bolted to the laundry basket in the winter if need be ( we get snow, snow, snow) but ill just have to work it out then. I am so blessed to have been given such encouragement and sound information . I am so relieved . I DID IT!!! my ds wanted to know where 'cockodoodle doo" went. The girls showed him and he wanted to put him in the oven right NOW.
 
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Me too! I used every opportunity to teach my kids something they didn't know. My kids are a sponge about things in nature and wanted to know all the "whys and hows".

Even about how to develop coping mechanisms for death of something or someone you really love. I feel it's important to learn good coping skills while young instead of waiting until something very serious happens and then falling apart. Grief is just like any other problem in life...it takes planning and practice to learn to manage it well...grief over losing a game, losing a friend, losing something of value or the family pet. Learning about grief with someone who is willing to teach it in a calm manner before it is ever really needed can be invaluable. It's a tough job but someone's got to do it...might as well be me.
 

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