Man, I wish I'd asked this last night instead of today. It was awful! Starting with the bleeding. They seemed to bleed out slower than the chickens and it seemed like forever they just held their heads up, dripping blood and looking at me like, "Mom - whatcha doin'?" They didn't fit as well in the cones as the big fat chickens. I had to hold them a long time.
Then the scalding. I had a big bottle of Dawn sitting right there, I wish I'd thought to add a squirt. They rigored up really fast and were a lot harder to dunk and swish than the chickens. They were bouyant and wouldn't sink or waterlog. I don't even think all the down got wet. I didn't have any newspaper so I rolled them up in a big dog food bag to sit for a few minutes.
Then I passed them back and forth on the plucker. (It's the box type where the fingers rotate and you hold the bird. I really want to get a drum plucker.) The breast plucked ok but some of the skin tore. I had a hard time pulling the wings out for plucking because they were so stiff. I cut off the head, feet, and half the wings and hand plucked the rest. Actually the plucking wasn't too bad, I think the newspaper thing really helped.
I had a hard time with the evisceration. The inner membranes seemed tighter and instead of the obvious oil gland on the tail it looked like two yellow balls. I ended up cutting off the whole tail piece with the innards. I tore some pieces that leaked ick. Had a hard time pulling out the lungs and the two "pipes."
When I finished I had a very small carcass with not much meat on it. At least compared to the Cornish Xs. The ducks are totally free ranged. I tried penning the extra drakes in with the Cornish chicks so they could share their feed, but they hated being with the chicks and went on a hunger strike and spent all their time calling to their homies, so I let them out after two days. Next year I will pen the extra drakes separately somewhere else and fatten them up.
I processed the last 3 Cornish Xs and 6 ducks all by myself today. This was my first time butchering. I'm bone tired, but I'm so pleased with myself that I did it. Even if it wasn't perfect. I want to get a t shirt that says - I Slay Chickens, What's Your Superpower?