Please Note: This is a graphic post. If you are squeamish or emotional about a chicken slaughter, please do not continue reading.
Here is the slaughtering area. It actually worked out great. I don’t know that the previous owner of this property intended for it to be used for this, but it was as if it was made just for me!
In the end, the kids all seemed intrigued and honestly interested in learning about the different parts of her body. They weren’t scared or crying or scarred. It was a great learning experience for all of us, and a really good reminder of just what goes into preparing the meat we just pick up from the store, nicely packaged and covered in plastic. Maybe not the way everyone wants to spend their Saturday morning, though. If there was any doubt in my mind whether I have fully converted to being a Country Girl, that is now vanished. I felt completely in my element and although I didn’t enjoy the actual killing of the chicken, I believe it was necessary and justified.