My mother used to wring chicken’s necks or sometimes she would just take an axe and chop the head off, then she would pluck the feathers and butcher them out. When I got a little older, twelve or so, she started having me shoot the chicken’s eyeballs out with a .22 rifle, it made the job easier. I didn’t know as a boy that Mama was, “acting like a man”! I guess nmh would have passed out at the sight of all that.