chickens1Seriously. Read the title again and decide if you want to continue. Today’s post will detail the processing of our fryer chicks, so named because that’s what we intend to do with them. (Well, maybe roast in our case.) When my husband announced that we would be processing our own chickens, my first response was, “No. No. No.” My second response was, “No. Everyone who does that vows never to do it again. No.” However, he wasn’t so much asking me as telling me that’s what we were going to do. We take all our steers and pigs to a state inspected facility but no such facility exists in our area for chickens. Nate’s brother Matt (a Utah State University Extension Agent) assured us it could be done. We’d do our chickens and their chickens on the same day and help each other. Oh boy, twice the fun.

As last Thursday, the scheduled processing day, loomed closer, Nate assured me it wouldn’t be as bad as everyone said. He explained we would be skinning the chickens and not using boiling water water to remove feathers. I was still nervous about the whole “chicken running around with its head cut off” scenario due to numerous retellings of my mom’s childhood experiences.

Their family raised chickens one year. When it came time to butcher them, my 5’2″ Grandmother took the butcher knife out to the back yard, grabbed a chicken, laid it on the chopping block and…well you get the picture. Or maybe not because chickens do not die when that happens. Their nervous system kicks into high gear and they run all over the yard spewing blood for quite some time. A neighbor saw Grander’s (that’s what we called my Grandma) predicament after about the third chicken and came to her rescue. She was a stout Oklahoma woman who knew the chicken business. She entered the yard, snatched a chicken by the neck and said, “This is how it’s done, Betty.” Then flicked her wrist effectively snapping the chicken’s neck. And that was only the beginning. The boiling water and plucking feathers…the smell. Oh that smell is what people never, ever forget.

I recounted these experiences weekly to my husband. Patient man that he is, he always reassured me that this technique was entirely different. And it was, as you will see if you continue. So if the above paragraph was too graphic for you, then you should really head to a different blog about now.

tie

First, the boys hung the chickens upside down by their (the chickens’) legs.

cut

Then they made a shallow cut. Just enough to slice the artery.

bleed

When the chicken loses blood this quickly, it goes to sleep until it bleeds out and dies. It is painless for the chicken. It doesn’t even flap its wings, it just goes to sleep. As a person who has lost A LOT of blood in a short period of time, I can testify that this is a painless way to go. Honestly, all I wanted to do was close my eyes and sleep. The effort of keeping my eyelids open was even too much. Thank goodness for a sister in-law and husband who picked me up off the floor and took me to the hospital where they stuck an IV in me to get by blood volume up to an acceptable level and then gave me a blood transfusion in the middle of the night because I wasn’t doing so well. No one but me knew how much blood I’d actually lost, and I wasn’t exactly coherent. Whenever I tried to talk to my husband and father in-law they would just look at me and then go back to talking to each other. I later learned I was only making gibberish sounds, not words. So if you can’t keep your eyelids open, it’s a pretty safe bet you can’t form intelligible words.

Anyway, back to the chickens. So it’s painless. Take my word for it.

truck

Transport vehicle.

Skinning

This is the skinning process. No boiling water and plucking feathers here.

inside

Gizzards, hearts, and other stuff anyone?

empty

This is starting to look familiar.

ice

Ice, water and clorox. Sometimes when you run to the store to buy ice, the set up for this procedure isn’t exactly where the woman of the house would have chosen, as you will see.

shower

Now the chickens get a cold shower before their ice bath. Yeah, that’s my backyard. The lawn. The children’s toys. I love disinfectant.

rinse

Gotta wash inside, too. (Special thanks to Matt’s two nephews who were visiting and got roped into this.)

chillin

Next they slide into an ice cold bath.

secrinse

After all the chickens are in the tub, each gets a final shower before…

bag

being placed in a freezer bag.

freezer

Next stop the freezer. And our table sometime in the future.

And so we see that Nate was right. He’s always right. When will I ever learn?

(By the way, no black hens were harmed in the production of this tutorial. They’re our layers and have a long life ahead–as long as they produce eggs.)