My grandmother had an egg ranch. When my brother was about 12, he pestered her to let him watch her kill a chicken. She had the chicken tied by its feet, hanging upside down, and she slit its throat. Then made chicken and dumplings. Boy, was that good - but my brother wouldn’t eat it. My brother later became an Army Ranger and part of the survival training at Fort Benning was killing and dressing chickens and rabbits.