I have to stop here for just a moment to say how proud I am of my children. This is the third year we have been processing chickens. The first year, my then 9 year old son stepped up to the plate and hit a home run. He immediately learned to eviscerate. Further, he started teaching adults who came to see what was going on.
Last year, 3 of my children decided they could help pick feathers but none of them really stuck with it. This year, each of them stuck with it for every stinking bird. The youngest said, “Dad, we just have to bite the bullet”. Indeed.
We do not force our kids to participate. It’s kinda gross and we are taking a life. If they don’t want to participate we don’t push. They are all out there voluntarily so we try to find fun things to do together. For instance, when we kill the last bird we all stop to do the chicken dance. Good times.
I’m so proud of my kids.