**DISCLAIMER** The following post contains images that may be disturbing to sensitive readers. Ask your pet chickens to leave the room. If you are vegetarian or think your meat comes from the grocery store, please come back next week and skip this blog post. This is reality and I have tried to be sensitive with the photos I chose. I hope you come back next week. *** It isn't horribly graphic (I will not post those photos), but there is blood and dead chickens.
Interlude while you decide: Cali proves she is not picky.
when I was a teenager, I raised calves by bottle and then either sold them for meat or my family used them for meat. I have always understood the circle of life.I know my chicken/meat does not come from a cellophane wrapped styrofoam package. I am also a big fan of free range chickens (for animal welfare more than my health) and was happy to be introduced to a local small farmer who was raising/selling some free range chickens. He just asked that people come help on the 'package/process' day. So we agreed. It was a beautiful cold morning.The boys round up the chickens.
I will be sensitive enough to not show the photos I got of the next step. But I understand it had to happen and it was humane. Obviously, Jason had a 'hands-on' approach. (the next two photos I struggled with posting..but I think it is a neat process and hopefully will help show people what happens..without you seeing all the nitty gritty. I truly hope no one is offended.)They were scalded (post-mortem) to loosen the feathers and then put in a 'de-featherer' which worked really well.Then they were gutted and packaged.
I enjoyed the process as it gave me a new appreciation for my food. I will really enjoy these chickens and use every bit..after all that work we are not wasting anything. The farm had some other cuter residents.
I like to post about the new and unusual things we do and do not want to offend so I hope everyone who made it this far appreciated what we did. But it was educational, hard work and respectfully done.