Well, my sunshiny day is winding up to be like a bad country song!
It started out nice, listening to island music and cleaning the coop & rabbit colony. Here is what the rabbits do while I change their "litter box." You can see two kits from our first litter there if you look closely.
Then, it was time to send those extra roosters to camp. My husband and older son did the dispatching for me. I had heard skinning is easier than plucking, so I thought I'd give that a go today. Off go husband and son to help setup for the Good Friday service, after making sure I was okay to finish up.
Okay, sounds like a pretty sweet country song so far...
Skinning sucks. Or maybe I'm doing it wrong. It was ridiculous. I almost fired up the scald tank and drum plucker. But I thought maybe the next one would be easier, then the next one, and you know. My back was killing me. The old buffet table I use for dressing out is normally on blocks so I don't have to bend down in a weird way. Right next to me was this car that doesn't run. The trunk was about the same height as the buffet table is when it's on blocks. So my empty feed bag, knives and chicken went on the trunk and my back thanked me right away. Watched my older daughter show my younger son what's inside a gizzard and what it does. Very amusing. He kept some of the funny shaped rocks. I told him he had to wash them before they went in the house.
So the cats and dogs are getting tossed offal. Normally, they behave pretty well, but one of my dogs was being a PITA and growling at everybody else. Next thing you know there is a growling, barking tussle. After a verbal request to, "Knock it off," was ignored, I kicked the naughty dog off the other dog, and the dog I was "rescuing" bit my leg as it was where she was just a split second before! He let go right away and looked very sad! I am so thankful I was wearing boots! I have these fang shaped holes in my boots and a very shallow owie, almost just like a bruise, on my leg. Luckily, I just bought a new pair of boots which I found for $7 on clearance. My husband always says use the flat of a shovel. Now I know why. OUCH! Put naughty dog on a tether for the remainder of the day.
As I was cleaning those roos out, look what I found!!
Talk about cojones! That knife is a little longer than a paring knife, there is the handle of a Pampered Chef poultry shear there, too, for comparison. The hearts of these birds were SMALLER than the jewels, if you believe it. Ladies, we could take some real cheap shots here, but let's remember this is a family show!
Came inside and saw that the cold water was not quite covering one of the carcasses in the prep sink, so I turned the cold on and assembled the pressure cooker. Remembered my husband needs work shirts, so I go down and throw a load in. You see where this is going, right? Yes! What is that trickling noise? Is someone peeing in the corner over there? (I have toddlers, so you need to ask these questions). I had neglected to turn off the sink!
Well, two dry floors and three loads of laundry later, I am babysitting my pressure cooker and getting off my feet. "Who would enjoy a laugh at my expense?" I thought. And of course, to most people half these things are just so weird, you can't post it on Facebook LOL
So the song goes something like this, "The rabbits is fed, I'm down three alarm clocks, my skinning knife done got dull, my dawg bit me, the dang cat ate my rocky mountain oysters, and the sank done flooded my place out." If you can sing this like Boomhower from King of the Hill, you're getting it right.
But the chicken is starting to smell good, the floor hasn't looked this clean in a few weeks, and that wasn't a toddler peeing in a corner. Overall, I'm calling it a win.
It started out nice, listening to island music and cleaning the coop & rabbit colony. Here is what the rabbits do while I change their "litter box." You can see two kits from our first litter there if you look closely.
Then, it was time to send those extra roosters to camp. My husband and older son did the dispatching for me. I had heard skinning is easier than plucking, so I thought I'd give that a go today. Off go husband and son to help setup for the Good Friday service, after making sure I was okay to finish up.
Okay, sounds like a pretty sweet country song so far...
Skinning sucks. Or maybe I'm doing it wrong. It was ridiculous. I almost fired up the scald tank and drum plucker. But I thought maybe the next one would be easier, then the next one, and you know. My back was killing me. The old buffet table I use for dressing out is normally on blocks so I don't have to bend down in a weird way. Right next to me was this car that doesn't run. The trunk was about the same height as the buffet table is when it's on blocks. So my empty feed bag, knives and chicken went on the trunk and my back thanked me right away. Watched my older daughter show my younger son what's inside a gizzard and what it does. Very amusing. He kept some of the funny shaped rocks. I told him he had to wash them before they went in the house.
So the cats and dogs are getting tossed offal. Normally, they behave pretty well, but one of my dogs was being a PITA and growling at everybody else. Next thing you know there is a growling, barking tussle. After a verbal request to, "Knock it off," was ignored, I kicked the naughty dog off the other dog, and the dog I was "rescuing" bit my leg as it was where she was just a split second before! He let go right away and looked very sad! I am so thankful I was wearing boots! I have these fang shaped holes in my boots and a very shallow owie, almost just like a bruise, on my leg. Luckily, I just bought a new pair of boots which I found for $7 on clearance. My husband always says use the flat of a shovel. Now I know why. OUCH! Put naughty dog on a tether for the remainder of the day.
As I was cleaning those roos out, look what I found!!
Talk about cojones! That knife is a little longer than a paring knife, there is the handle of a Pampered Chef poultry shear there, too, for comparison. The hearts of these birds were SMALLER than the jewels, if you believe it. Ladies, we could take some real cheap shots here, but let's remember this is a family show!
Came inside and saw that the cold water was not quite covering one of the carcasses in the prep sink, so I turned the cold on and assembled the pressure cooker. Remembered my husband needs work shirts, so I go down and throw a load in. You see where this is going, right? Yes! What is that trickling noise? Is someone peeing in the corner over there? (I have toddlers, so you need to ask these questions). I had neglected to turn off the sink!
Well, two dry floors and three loads of laundry later, I am babysitting my pressure cooker and getting off my feet. "Who would enjoy a laugh at my expense?" I thought. And of course, to most people half these things are just so weird, you can't post it on Facebook LOL
So the song goes something like this, "The rabbits is fed, I'm down three alarm clocks, my skinning knife done got dull, my dawg bit me, the dang cat ate my rocky mountain oysters, and the sank done flooded my place out." If you can sing this like Boomhower from King of the Hill, you're getting it right.
But the chicken is starting to smell good, the floor hasn't looked this clean in a few weeks, and that wasn't a toddler peeing in a corner. Overall, I'm calling it a win.
