Since butchering our first deer, we butchered 29 roosters, a second deer, and have had one litter of bunnies. (The three females we thought were pregnant turned out to actually be one male and two does that may or may not be of breeding age. Live and learn.)I didn't take many pictures of "judgment day"--I was just too fascinated by our associate pastor teaching Steve and Makenna how to butcher chickens by hanging them by their feet and cutting off their heads. And I was a little distracted by the dogs eating chicken feet as snacks. And who couldn't enjoy watching Charlie, who was the official chicken chaser, catching the roosters whenever someone was ready for the next bird to butcher? I know. It's not a normal life.
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