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By: Daily Omelet

First time Slaughtering a Chicken

I know there are a lot of views on this and I hope not to offend anyone for either being to harsh or too much of a wuss. I think if anything, I fall into the wuss category. I did not grow up on a farm, I have never seen an animal slaughtered, butchered or killed. It is not an easy thing to jump into without the previous experience to draw from. I'm sure that if my dad had taken me out as a kid and showed me a chicken on a block, chopped it's head off and taken it into the kitchen for my mom to cook, I would probably not think twice about it now but I have had the luxury of living my whole life with eating a lot of meat and not having to think about animals losing their lives to feed me. I have not had to see the pain or the extinguishing of life and it has been nice and convenient but it has felt like cheating.

My whole life, I always told people that if you eat meat, you should kill an animal so you know more about what you are eating, then hypocritically went off to the store and bought my boneless skinless chicken breast without a thought. Well no more will I be that hypocrite or be disconnected from my food. A chicken has died at my hands and it was tough for me. I did not like it and it did not make me feel like a man or good about myself. It did make me feel more connected to my animals and to nature with a little more understanding. The worst part of it was that we did not eat the chicken. It was sick so there was no reward or triumph at the end, just a dead animal. The good thing about this was that there was no need to remove the feathers or clean it out so my first attempt was an easy run and will make the next time easier, maybe not emotionally but at least knowing what will happen and how to do it.

The Slaughter.
Having the chicken quarantined from the others, I took her to a place where the other chickens would not see the demise of their sister and set her in my lap. I started this explaining that I was a wuss but I bet you had no idea it was this bad. We started with a towel in my lap and her laying back down in my lap. I held her and talked to her, not so much to calm her down but to buy time and avoid doing the dead as long as possible. She immediately relaxed when I covered her head with my hand so she could not see. Using my sharpest knife, my fish fillet knife, I placed it against her neck and took a couple deep breaths and starting thinking of reasons that I could just let her fly away and get away from it. I sucked up what little manliness I had left in me and pulled the knife back. Her neck pulled much more than I expected and there was no firmness to push against so her neck did not slice. I just cut her, she jumped up and ran around the yard confused and upset but fully alive. Quickly following her and recapturing, not knowing how badly I had injured her, I pulled my pocket knife, sat down grabbed her head and cut into her neck, deeply this time. She did not fight it, she did not protest. Blood flowed from her neck before her body started convulsing. She stopped moving so I placed her in the box and as I closed it there was another convulsion. Did I do it wrong, was she still alive? I felt horrible. I was scared I would have to take her out and do it all again. There was no movement for the next two minutes while I sat there with her in the box holding the top hoping that it was over but too scared to open to check. Eventually I opened it and saw her lifeless body, her closed eyelid and blood all over. It was over.

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