Lucky me, I got to butcher two times this summer! Every year Dad and the neighbors, Mark and Patty, raise 150 chickens to eat and sell. Dad raises them in his chicken house until grown and the actual butchering is done next door. Mark and Patty have state of the art equipment. I missed the plucking part caring for mom, but as soon as I got her settled, I headed over. I asked what I could do to help and they put me at the butchering table, telling them I was pre-trained by my son Randy! I butchered one chicken and wanted to take pictures but smiling Mark said not until I'd butchered 30 chickens. I asked again in about 30 minutes and he still said no, laughing all the while. After over an hour of butchering I got my camera and he just smiled...I had finally earned the right to take pictures. I was there several hours until all 150 were butchered. We had a ball laughing and telling stories around the table. Dad butchered two to my one, but I showed him how to peel apart the gizzard the proper way...right! This man was a professional chicken butcherer. "These chickens are much smaller than ours," I said, and Dad told me the story of how he weighed the chickens, telling Mark they were ready to butcher and then realized the scale was off 2 lbs!
When the chickens reach a certain age, they're let outside in the yard to roam during the day, coming back to the chicken house each night. Smart chickens.
Mike (red shirt) and Patty
Randy, Mark, Mark's son in law and Dad
Dad, Becky and Randy
Marcus, Dad, Becky, Randy, Mark and Mark's son in law....can't remember his name or the guy in the gray shirt!