Here's my 12 week old cockerel Red Ranger:
Now, remember that this is only the 3rd time I've butchered. Here he is ready for the refrigerator:
The coffee cup is for perspective. The wing broke at that joint while he was flapping, so I cut it off.
Let me tell you, this guy did not want to leave this world. He never passed out until from lack of blood, then spasmed periodically long after this should have stopped. His head was off, so I know he was dead. Anyway, I couldn't really get my fingers between the neck and tubes, so used my knife to help. The skin was very hard to pull off. His gonads were the size of butter beans. Everything about him was a struggle (remember, I'm not a spring chicken and not muscley at all). Got him done and in the refrigerator, then bragged to my son
DH want to rotisserie him, but I don't think we have a rotisserie on our grill.... may have to go shopping.
Lessons learned today: if the cord hanging him from the tree is old and iffy, replace it before he starts twitching. Sharpen, sharpen, sharpen that blade. Do it the night before trash pickup so you don't have to dig a hole.
Now, remember that this is only the 3rd time I've butchered. Here he is ready for the refrigerator:
Let me tell you, this guy did not want to leave this world. He never passed out until from lack of blood, then spasmed periodically long after this should have stopped. His head was off, so I know he was dead. Anyway, I couldn't really get my fingers between the neck and tubes, so used my knife to help. The skin was very hard to pull off. His gonads were the size of butter beans. Everything about him was a struggle (remember, I'm not a spring chicken and not muscley at all). Got him done and in the refrigerator, then bragged to my son

Lessons learned today: if the cord hanging him from the tree is old and iffy, replace it before he starts twitching. Sharpen, sharpen, sharpen that blade. Do it the night before trash pickup so you don't have to dig a hole.