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I used to go with my pawpaw out to the coop and he and I would gather up the eggs. I was always terrified that when granny cracked open an egg a baby chick would fall out, so I know how you must feel actually seeing a baby chick fall out.

Pawpaw chopped a chickens head off once in front of me and it must have traumatized me(i don't remember the axe)because after that he would only wring their necks in front of me.

But, when we have them all picked and you take them indoors to do the cutting...I am gone.

The cutting doesn't phase me but it freaks my daughters out, they always leave too.

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The cutting doesn’t phase me but it freaks my daughters out, they always leave too.<<<

Other than the smell, I do not cut much with a knife, I have double vision, have had it always.

Besides Bill spoiled me, he took care of all those types of distasteful jobs.

Don’t get the wrong idea, I am not a sissy and have cleaned far more animal pens than he ever did.

After he was gone, I discovered that I really was afraid that I would cut myself.

Now, I do what I have to and cook lots of things in big pieces.

I do not know at what age we should introduce killing to the kids......I knew if we were to have meat, it had to be killed and did my share.

I choose to not eat goat meat, as they tell me it tastes like deer and I do not like deer meat, so did not try goat meat.

And we had a freezer full of beef and pork, so did not need it.

Now, I do not have to worry, I won’t be hunting in this life, but I might tell someone where the deer and burro come for water.