I always liked the eggs. However, we refrained from eating chickens for a couple of weeks after we processed them. Yes, we processed and plucked them ourselves. The smell of boiling feathers made us sick of chicken for a while every year.
My dad is 93 and still won’t eat chicken after helping his mom butcher when he was a kid.
Unless it is nearly unrecognizable as in KFC or chicken tenders.
As for us ... we take ours to a regular butcher. The birds leave the farm in crates in the back of the truck and come home cut up in plastic bags. It’s a great plan.
We process ours for meat and eggs to make sandwiches for our
store. It was a crossroads stop for Trailways bus line and was a
cross intersection for E/W & N/S US highways. We were out in
the country 13+ miles from the nearest town/city of any size.