Then there were eleven

This past week the chickens were taken to a butchering outfit. My brother and sister who are 13 and 9 accompanied the truck down to the butchering place. All 15 broilers were taken away. Soon we will have the most expensive chicken we have ever eaten. Several weeks ago I asked my sister about the broilers meeting their end, to make sure she knew it was coming (even though we talked about butchering them at least four dinners a week) “so you realize they’re going to die?”
“yes. They’re broilers, not layers.” Thank you Elizabeth, you are a true chicken farmer at age 9.

After they got back from The Meat Shop I was running errends with the kids and I asked them what they thought, “It was SO SAD. We took them away to be murdered! They had no idea, and we hauled them off to be killed.” Adam is a little more sensitive then his counterpart the nine year old, who said “It was pretty cool. They had pens for cows, they just don’t kill chickens. And they kill a lot of people’s chickens.” Rest in peace Tasty White Meat. Until I see you again on the end of my fork!


yeah he's pissed