Eating the chicken is easy. Dispatching one for the first time and then prepping it to eat is the hard part, especially if it’s your first time and you only have a handful of birds that were until recently treated as pets and not livestock.
I’m not going to fault someone who hasn’t lived a life that involved slaughtering your own meat to feel unprepared when thrust into that situation as an adult. If anything, it’s an opportunity for some enterprising hillbilly to get a chicken prep truck together and start making house calls.
For only twenty five dollars per chicken, I’ll pick up your chicken, professionally dispatch and dress it, and return it to you in a vaccuum sealed plastic bag. Plenty of buji would-be farmers out there (who already paid well over five hundred dollars to kit up their yard for a few dozen eggs and a lot of chicken crap on their back porch) would jump at the chance to brag about how rustic and “back to roots” their next dinner party was by serving chickens raised in their own yards just like a real farmer.
Well said.
Yeah, I don’t fault anyone for not living like I do. HOWEVER, I DO NOT want to hear any comments from them about the way *I* choose to live. And I don’t want to hear you whining and sniffling when my steer, Weber, goes to ‘the spa’ this next spring. ;)
You animal advocates* and Mother Government types need to clear off my land!
*I am a HUGE animal advocate. I would never purposefully harm a living critter (mammal, fish or fowl) other than for food for my own table.
OK. I would kill a rat, or a raccoon or a woodchuck that keeps STEALING from my garden or bird feeder. And I have plinked off the random pocket gopher for moving target practice, LOL!