Last night, Jake and I harvested our first chicken together...
We realized last week that one of our girls was not a girl. She was a boy. A mean boy who kept plucking the other girl's feathers right off their back. And I called Jake one night while he was at the library and the first thing I said was, "You need to come home and butcher this chicken right now." I wasn't being so serious at the time, but the more I watched him do this to the other girls, the angrier I got!!
We left for the weekend to camp and then it was Sunday night and we were bored (admittedly) and it was the perfect time to harvest that chicken. We grabbed him from the coop, and Jake said a good prayer thanking Heavenly Father for the opportunity to have the chicken, for the meat we'd get, and to pray that the chicken would go fast and clean. He said that we were grateful for the chicken's life and yes, I was tearing up even though this was a mean chicken.
Jake put his little body up against a log, chopped his head, and it took him about 30 seconds to bleed out and close his eyes. I had never seen this before, so it was kind of cool.
We de-feathered him, cleaned out all his insides, and then we decided we wanted to make chicken noodle soup. He didn't have very much meat, but the broth and the meat he did have tasted so good! we picked up some rosemary, sage, and bay leaves from Amanda and the soup was so good. It was surprisingly an easy recipe.
A cute moment from when we were doing the dishes...
We had some worms on the counter (from fishing) and Jake was sprinkling some water on them in case they were thirsty. Hahaha. It was seriously so sweet. He loves animals, and doesn't want to harm any of them for no reason (even raccoons who are sometimes the scum of the earth). I got lucky with such a tender guy (he would probably tell me to delete this because it's embarrassing).
Thanks, little rooster, for your life. We loved you even though you were a butthead.
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