I've lost my homesteader virginity.
Some might think I lost it when I got goats.
Nah, that was just makin' out.
Some would say I lost it when I got chickens and started getting eggs.
Uh-uh. That would be more like 2nd base.
But raising chickens for meat? Taking them to slaughter and then eating them?
Yep. Lost my virginity.
And while I'll admit I had a first-timer's jitters, it went just fine.
I loaded them into a dog crate in the back of the car.
The big boys wanted me to drop them off at the Amish Market on my way to the "chicken drop".
They were none too pleased driving there with a crate of chickens just the other side of their seat.
Ohhh, Mom, really?
Do we have to drive there with the chickens?
Why are they making all that noise?
Why do they smell?
Oh my God, now they smell even worse!
Did they POOP?
Open the windows!
Yeah. They just love me....
Anyway, like I said, other than offending the boys' delicate sensibilities, it went fine.
The place I took them to runs a smooth, efficient operation.
Though they process two or three hundred chickens there every Saturday morning, you would never know it from the look or the smell or the sound. It was quiet, it was clean, it was neat. Nothing behind closed doors, either, so you can see every step of the process, if you're so inclined.
So here they are all buckled in and ready to go. And I can now add feathers and chicken sh** to the stuff in my car that shouldn't be.
Loaded back into the car for the ride home. A little quieter. A little less poopy.
And then I came home, put one in the crockpot, a couple in the fridge, and the rest in the freezer.
And when the first chicken finished cooking and cooling, I pulled the meat off the bones and bagged it. And ate a few morsels.
And ohmygosh, YUM!
Next week I'll give you a breakdown on costs.
So what do you think? Are you proud of me? Disgusted? Don't be shy, let me know....
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