My granddad on my mother’s side lived outside of New Orleans just upriver. The levee was literally across the hwy. They had 40 acres and grew corn and other stuff I’ve long forgotten. Had chickens, too. I remember that Grandpa would snatch a chicken by the neck right there in the yard and whirl it around over his head a few times to break its neck. Then came the pluckin’ and the guttin’.
I used to see my Grandma do that, when I was 6 or 7. I said can I do this one? She pointed out the unlucky victem. I grabbed its head in both hands and gave it a twirl. I really pissed that chicken off and it started chasing me all over the yard. I didnt try that again for a while.