That sounds like a fair division of labor. I wish I could get my wife to agree to that for the dove and quail I shoot, but no luck so far. And rabbits and deer are right out.
When I was four my grandmother took me by boat to the old country (Italy) and among my weird memories of the time was watching her cut a chicken’s head off. I watched them de-feather and clean it and eventually fry it. I wondered, at what point does this become something I’ll want to remember. Watching it fry up into something edible was that point.