A few weeks ago I saw and ad in the paper for temporary work, just a few days a week. James came in from working in the garden and I told him I called about a job. He looked at me like, seriously? I told him the job was to help another farm process poultry and it all became clear to him. As all you regular readers know I've only killed one bird and he was mean so that hardly counts. Also, I have all these turkeys that we plan to put in our freezer this fall and the more practice I get the easier it will be, I hope. AND, we have 2 broody hens sitting on lots of eggs and we can't keep all these chickens so we're going to have to play "real farmer" and eat some someday.
We milked the goats earlier this morning so I could be at work by 9:00. It was an hour and 15 minute drive to the farm. There were a dozen of us there to process about 370 cornish cross hens. The hens had been caught that morning and put in plastic bins.
Here's a lovely picture of where the bad parts and guts went. These will go into their compost. Their dog walked right by these buckets without even sniffing them. Our dogs would have loved to get their greedy little mouths on this good, juicy stuff.
I know this must all look gruesome but it really wasn't. I never even felt a little queasy, of course I wasn't the one killing them. There wasn't much of a smell or even much blood by the time we got them.
In case you haven't gotten enough of the experience, here's a brief video of the process.
I actually enjoyed the work and my day. I enjoyed it so much I'm going to go back and do it again Saturday. The people I worked with were great and that also made the day interesting.
We didn't have chicken for dinner tonight, just salad from the garden.