Wow. Killing and eating my chickens would be like eating my cat. Power to ya.
I was raised on a chicken farm and my mom wouldn't let us even go to the chicken house and play with them because she didn't want us to think of them as pets. The assembly line was crazy. 200+ chickens flopping in the yard and the hot bath and electric pluckers. This was in the 70's. We did field crops and chicken houses. Remember when the average joe could make a living at this.
My dad passed away when I was in 3rd grade sold the farm and now I have my own chickens...as pets.
I buy my chickens at the store already plucked and defurred. Silkies are like fur to me.


