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Alouette!
Wednesday, June 14, 2006 Last Saturday I had the pleasure of doing something I had not previously done. Wow, that was a lousy sentence, but no matter. I spent last Saturday morning help process chickens. My job was removing them from the scalder, tossing them into the plucker, and then pulling out any left other feathers, chopping off their feet, cutting their oil glands out, and slicing them open so the next person could gut them.

Before we began processing I was asked sevral times if I was going to be alright. I'm not squeamish, and I didn't think I gave off the impression that I was. I can't see how people have a problem with it, as they are just chickens, and it is just a little blood. Alright, Mr. Garvey (those of you who use the Alternative Internet Forums might know he is swordskilled's father) had more than a little blood at his station. He was the one who lopped off their heads. Mr. Trimble (his chickens, farm, ect.) had a set of inverted cones into which the chickens were placed, upside down, their heads came out the bottom, and with a quick knife swoop, off they came. The blood drained down the cones and into a bucket (all the blood, guts, and so on were composted).

Mr. Garvey had a very strange habit of talking to the chickens as he took them from their cages to the 'killing cones.'
"Come on ladies, calm down, I'm just gonna kill you."
"Alright ladies, time to party!"

In further news, my mother has started a blog written from the perspective of my little brother Michael, about the adventures of another brother Thomas (his nickname is Toby). The events are described just slightly diffrent from the way they actually took place, but they stories are still great and worth a read. Check out Toby's Travels.

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Comments:
that stuff about the chickens...sweet! and the story thing-a-ma-jig, Toby's travels, is so cute!
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