I'll say what I said on FB. I would have demanded that they leave immediately, if they refused, I'd pelt them with chicken giblets until they cried.
Growing up on a farm in the 60's and 70s, I've plucked many a chicken. Mom would order X-number of chicks (say 100 give or take, might have even been 200) in the spring and when they got to butchering size we'd do them outside in the yard over a couple of days. Just like an assembly line. There was even a product called "Pick-Quick" that she'd put in the hot water to make them even easier to pluck. It was just a fact of farm life.
Pentecali (12-14-2016)
Here's something chickens are good for!
No, I didn't. I was too young. Mom and Dad did all he beheading and yes, they'd jump around headless till they bled out and it seemed they always jumped toward you instead of away! Then they would dip them in the hot water and us kids would pluck. My older sister would help gut them, always carefully saving the liver, heart and gizzard. (bare hands into the chicken and pull the innards out) It was a fine art to clean the gizzard, too, to slice it perfectly so you didn't rupture the inside liner and get half digested stuff all over everything. ... then Dad would use a torch to singe the really fine "hairs" and we'd wash and bag. It was a lot of work!
I sure have. I still remember when I was a kid our next door neighbor had chickens. They would 'wring their necks' (Google that ) then they would run around the yard with no head. And of course that's where the saying comes from 'running around like a chicken with their head cut off' and also of course 'I'm gonna wring your neck'.
A.J. (12-15-2016)
one year, when we were visiting our family in Indiana, it wasn't a farm, exactly, but sorto of.. (sorry, I was very young so the memory is a bit blurred) I saw them kill a chicken for dinner.
I had a hard time eating it.
Pentecali (12-15-2016)