Okay, horror story. On Sunday I was going to do the last three of my CX because as of this Thursday they will be 9 weeks old, and they are getting too big. I put the biggest into my cone, and he barely fit, but he seemed to be calm and staying in so I decided to move forward. I turned away to pick up the knife, and the bird flipped himself out of the cone and onto the garage floor. Did I mention I do my butchering in the garage because my neighbors are close and I don't want to freak anyone out? So this bird smacks down hard on the cement, then stands up and wheezes. I figured I better do it quick, so I put him back into the cone and quickly slit his throat, making sure that I held onto his legs right after I cut him. I fumbled when I set down the knife, so it fell into the garbage bag under the cone that the chicken was bleeding out into. I became a little distracted by having a wicked sharp surgical steel knife in play, so I let go of the chicken, which was almost dead so, of course, had a major spasm and flopped out of the cone onto the floor...again! Blood was splattered over an area about 8 feet in diameter. I quickly grabbed the bird and jammed him into the garbage bag as he did the death flailing they do. He managed to get his wings tangled up in the garbage bag. Finally, he stopped moving, so I untangled him from the bag and put him back in the cone, then, as he was dripping blood over me, I was able to fish the knife out of the bag. The knife had cut a slit in the side of the bag on its way down, so there was blood leaking from that. I finished that bird up, granted the other two a stay of execution, and spent about an hour cleaning up the mess.
I am sure that one day I will look back on this and laugh, but that day is not today.
Oh my goodness! I can only imagine what that must have been like, though I must admit that the imagery is really something! This is one that would definitely have freaked the neighbors. I hope the next time is less eventful!