We butchered 54 chickens yesterday and today I am resting. Finished at 8:30 last night, and I popped 2 fresh ones in the oven...yum. Next year, we're making a mechanical plucker (my main job), this is the most tedious part. Also may divide up the batch into 2 shorter days vs. 1 very long day. As I was plucking my son says, "Mom you have an intestine stuck to your leg." "That's nice, honey, grab another chicken for daddy, we're almost done (our motto for the day)" We would yell out, "How many are left?" The kids would say, "low 20's, that's really 4 trips of 5 each...not so bad" (yeah, they can do math!). I never thought we would be done and there was a storm brewing overhead that, thankfully, that passed over us. What a mess, blood everywhere. We all scalded ourselves in the shower first thing as we came in the house. My husband and 9 year old son chopped heads, I scalded and plucked, and 2 friends eviscerated (the best job IMO). They are in our freezer now! I can't believe we finished it. Phew, thanks for letting me post. I just had to get it out of my system. I dreamed that the kids kept saying, "20 more." Then 5 minutes later, "23 more left" - It was more of a nightmare, the chickens were cloning themselves as we were chopping heads! But it's done, I went outside and there are none left.