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So yesterday we butchered the 5 roosters. Tom chopped their heads off, which he does not enjoy doing. It was interesting that immediately after he did this, the vultures started to fly overhead. They did not land though since we were standing right there.
I scalded and plucked them. Tom showed me how to gut, deneck and unfoot them and ended up helping me do two more while I did two. We used the torch to singe the hairs off, and I rinsed them and put 4 of them in bags into the freezer. Here they are after plucking and before gutting.
I then made us a nice chicken dinner. This was a lot of work, but we will get about 20 meals out of them. We made it as humane as we could, and our barnyard will be much happier now. I wonder how many of my ancestors did these same tasks. A lot of them, I am guessing.
In other cuter news, I came up with names for our little pigs. They are Larry (the male who is almost all red in front), Curly (with the tail that curls the opposite direction and has the most white) and Moe. Here they are:
And here they are meeting Hodor.