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Today we discuss chicken butchering and there are photos.
After picking up the chickens from the processor on Wednesday, Madeline helped me load them into the freezer. “I’d like to learn how to butcher a chicken,” she remarked. As it turns out, we had 3 that escaped us by hiding under the shed when we were loading up. So I told her if her dad would help her, they could butcher those 3 chickens. I don’t know the first thing about butchering anything but Matt’s foster parents butchered 200 chickens at a time each summer, and butchered their own hogs as well.
Matt is all over anything his girls want to do that’s not “girly”. When I got home from church Sunday morning, they had a pot of water boiling in my new portable fire pit and were headed out to the pasture to round up the tres hombres. Madeline held their feet while Matt chopped off the heads.
After a dunk in the water they were ready to pick feathers. Madeline picked an entire chicken by herself.
Matt singed them over the stove and I got the duty of “gutting and cutting”. We fried all of the legs and thighs for supper and froze the breasts for later.
Chicken butchering seems like one of those things that probably used to be considered a life skill. Not so much these days, but maybe it will come in handy for Madeline someday. Right now, at age 9, the career tracks she’s considering are singer / actress / supermodel or veterinarian. Hard to imagine her using her chicken butchering skills if she winds up in NYC or LA. Matt reminds her that even in those career paths she can still farm on the weekends. We shall see.