Killin' Chickens.

My first job was killing chickens for a local butcher.
I'd grab the chicken by the head and hold it between my legs. Cut it's throat and throw it into a big drum. The chicken would flop around in that drum for a bit til it bled out. Then I'd toss it in hot water to loosen the feathers and pluck it.
Fortunately I didn't have to gut it. They stink enough when you pluck them.
I also had to clean up the mess. Blood, wet chicken feathers, and chicken crap really stinks.
I was 10 years old.

Last edited by Bill Robinson; 02/20/09 12:52 PM.

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