I tried moving the coop without bothering my kids and ended up dragging the heavy thing over a few birds. One was dead when I got to it. One other clearly wasn't going to make it. So I ran into the house for knives and string. I was crying, trying to explain to my shocked kids. This is our first time. We started with 25, about 5 weeks ago.
I couldn't just *waste* them, so I strung them up in a tree and just cut them. I realized we need sharper knives! I've been worried since we ordered the chickens how we would process them. I guess God had it under control. I can do about anything when my kids are stressed! I just cut until the blood poured out. As the kids checked out their favorite, we realized he wasn't going to make it either and he joined the tree-crew. So they were hanging there and I did some quick reading on this site (thanks so much for all your info!). I brought them inside and cleaned them up.
My husband didn't think I could do it and wanted me to wait for him to be home later. He just wanted to bury them. I felt so awful for causing their premature death and I didn't want it to be in vain.
I started pulling feathers, but was worried it was going to take me too long. So I just skinned them. It was easier for me to do that and get out the innards. Now I have three birds soaking in brine. I threw away a couple of legs that were clearly bruised. The rest looks great. I guess we eat them tomorrow? I think the family needs a day to get over our loss. Yeah, they've become pets. by tomorrow the kids will have forgotten and I'll just serve them up!
I am so proud of myself right now!
I couldn't just *waste* them, so I strung them up in a tree and just cut them. I realized we need sharper knives! I've been worried since we ordered the chickens how we would process them. I guess God had it under control. I can do about anything when my kids are stressed! I just cut until the blood poured out. As the kids checked out their favorite, we realized he wasn't going to make it either and he joined the tree-crew. So they were hanging there and I did some quick reading on this site (thanks so much for all your info!). I brought them inside and cleaned them up.
My husband didn't think I could do it and wanted me to wait for him to be home later. He just wanted to bury them. I felt so awful for causing their premature death and I didn't want it to be in vain.
I started pulling feathers, but was worried it was going to take me too long. So I just skinned them. It was easier for me to do that and get out the innards. Now I have three birds soaking in brine. I threw away a couple of legs that were clearly bruised. The rest looks great. I guess we eat them tomorrow? I think the family needs a day to get over our loss. Yeah, they've become pets. by tomorrow the kids will have forgotten and I'll just serve them up!
I am so proud of myself right now!
