To something useful.
I don’t think butchering chickens will ever be my favorite thing. But this time I took steps to alleviate the part I dislike most, which is that it stinks. Upgrayedd is my fourth butchered chicken, and every time (except the time I did it in Landlady’s house) it stank up the Lair for the whole day. So I asked Landlady if she’d mind my taking an old bar sink that’s been laying around her barn, and put together a quick’n’dirty processing station.
And even as improvised as it is it worked pretty well, though it could stand to be about one block higher.
Ghost usually ignores the “Uncle Joel’s cutting off a chicken’s head” drama, but this time he reacted a bit strangely. Right after the deed, while I was washing off the hatchet he got positively obsequious for a few minutes, like he wanted to be assured that I still loved him. Then he settled down and forgot the whole thing. Maybe it’s because this is the first time I’ve offed a chicken he actually knew, and he took it kind of personally.
LB, as usual, was all “Meh. As long as it’s not me.”
I confess I had some performance anxiety about this one, akin to the first one I did. Unlike the others, Upgrayedd was nearly full-grown and had a lot of attitude. It would have been really embarrassing to mess up by letting him escape or something. Finally I loaded the .44 with birdshot in case I couldn’t control him at the chopping block. If I couldn’t cut off his head I’d shoot him in it – either way he was going to the freezer.