Thanks to some friends on an acreage, we were able to experience butchering chickens. From catching and beheading, to scalding and de-feathering, to cutting and gutting, and finally packaging - We had a productive AND fun night with family and friends!
My oldest son gave new meaning to the chicken dance!
And I have made my first batch of 'Real' Chicken stock!
Due to a nursing a baby, I tried to 'chicken out' of the beheading, but my husband would not allow such cowardliness.
Thank you dear man, for once again, encouraging me to step into the unknown...
Leading me in the dance we call life-
I love you!