This morning Willie-blue, the second largest silkie chicken, let out a crow while I stood in the coop calmly waiting. He got to spend his last day in the other pen munching on fresh greens and bugs while the girls remained on their pecked-down-to-nothing side of the pen. Beanie and her Daddy watched a few youtube videos about how to best kill a chicken and talked about the circle of life. She (opposite of how I thought she was going to react) was right there with Daddy every step of the process.
Willie-Blue gets a calm walk to execution-land. But in all seriousness he was a very sweet chicken and we all (Beanie included) gave him a nice pat and told him thank you for feeding us.
“Hey, what are you guys doing down there?”
Quick swing around and the neck is broken. We decided this was the fastest and most humane way to kill him.
Beanie got a very visual lesson about the nervous system. She also enjoyed the anatomy lesson, observing the heart, liver, kidneys and spine.
Sorry baby, you can’t help.
Off the with head to drain the blood. Shiloh was very interested as you might imagine. She gobbled up the heart and any other scrap that hit the ground.
- as evidenced by the teeeeeny chicken breast…silkies were not meant to be meat birds…come to think of it they’re not meant to be laying birds either. Good thing they’re pretty.
Beanie marveled at how soft the feathers were. Even now, as I type and my husband skins the chicken, she is ouside collecting the feathers to take to her secret fort in the woods.
UPDATE: He wasn’t the only one!!!! There was another crow from the coop today! Booo!!!