It began June 2nd with little fluff balls under the desk lamp of our postmaster. They brought them home and began to feed them and feed them and feed them..... well, you'll see.
These are meat birds; developed and designed to eat, poop and eat some more. Sometimes they multi-tasked.Today, 10 weeks later, it was time to begin the harvest. Muahaah! (that was Mark, not Tj)"Hi, HO, hi ho, it's off to pluck I go"
As the Queen of Hearts would say, "Off with their heads".
Just hangin around drip drying.In the kitchen boiling water awaits. "Bubbble , Bubble, Toil and Trouble".Taking a dip in the hot tub, chicken style.
Let the plucking begin.When plucking is finished it appears that this is what happens when chickens go bungee jumping.
Synchronized bungee jumping. Without their feathers they looked a bit cold. Actually, the singeing helps remove the small feathers that didn't come out during plucking. Be careful with fire. There was something stuck that had to come out.
The previously scheduled photos of what she pulled out have been changed to protect your appetite. Ta da!
Epilogue: The chicken was good eatin. Which is a good thing, because they have many more to harvest, freeze and eat.