Tuesday, July 15, 2014
As you heard the other day, we prepared and ate one of our own chickens. That went well, the taste and texture were acceptable, so this past Saturday we took our remaining two meat birds to a friend's farm for a butchering demonstration. After a quick farm tour we proceeded to the processing area-out back by a tree-where Regina and Leeann each slaughtered a bird. I kind of watched through the holes in between my fingers :) It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't fun either. They both said it was doable and they would do it again. So we moved quickly forward and Monday we purchased a small flock of meat chickens. They are settled in at the barn.
I plan to post several updates on their progress over the next several weeks so that Reginia and Leeann can stay abreast, pun intended!, of their progress. I will title them all Meat Chickens, so if you are not interested you can just hit delete when you see that in the subject line :)
Monday, July 14, 2014
I took notice that when the fox ran he did not have my chicken in his mouth. So I knew my chicken was in that thicket somewhere and I was now on a mission to find it. I found a few feathers at the edge so I followed them in and every few feet I would find more feathers. I crawled around and under things and finally spotted the dead chicken. So I picked it up by the feet and carried it home.
I realized on the way home that this was one of the meat chickens that I had hatched almost 14 weeks ago. Then I remembered that we were planning on butchering them this weekend. When I say 'we' I mean my friends. You see, the deal is, I raise the chickens and they process them. So I called up one of the friends, Regina, and told her about the situation and she said she could come right away. I'm sitting by the fire pit pulling feathers out of the chicken when Regina arrives. We talked it over and decided to skin it instead. I gathered some knives and she went to work. Pretty soon we were ready to take the bird into the kitchen.
We proceeded to clean the bird and trim a little more and then made some fresh chicken soup and chicken stock. So for lunch today we ate chicken soup from a chicken butchered less than 4 hours earlier! That's what you call fresh from the farm!