This fantastic invention has made is possible to enjoy butchering chickens. And I'm not even kidding! Growing up we had no such thing as a plucker, we had hands. And we plucked and plucked and plucked and we were halfway done with the first chicken. The wet feathers stuck to your hands, it was misery at its finest.
But the chicken plucker we use is a wonder, plucks 'em clean in 20 seconds!
I'll post a complete chicken processing tutorial after the last batch is done (in two weeks). By the end of the season, the Hubby and I will have done about 360 chickens. We're getting really good at it!
It's a far cry from last year when we had to read from the book how to do it! Now you may be saying, "Didn't you just say you butchered chickens growing up?" Yes, I certainly did. But chicken butchering is not like riding a bike, it doesn't come flooding back to you after 20 years. So, yes, we read how to butcher a chicken from a book and look at us now, look at us now!
Do you know how we know we've arrived as chicken butchers?? When we can go in for lunch and eat chicken and it doesn't faze us a bit. And Kiddo1 asks "We eat that one?" as I'm pulling out the "entrails". (You should know that we don't refer to them as "entrails" but I don't think my mother wants to read the words "chicken guts".)
Happy Butchering everyone!! (or maybe just us)