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1. Deron Bauman on August 7th, 2009 at 10:53 am

   thanks for posting, Andrew.

2. Andrew Simone on August 7th, 2009 at 10:57 am

   this is one of those days where everything on the internet is great.

3. Deron Bauman on August 7th, 2009 at 11:00 am

   I agree. Things are clucking. Wait.

4. Sheila Ryan on August 7th, 2009 at 11:29 am

   Not so industrial as the images of the Penobscot Poultry plant in I Was Content and Not Content, a book by Cedric Chatterley, a friend of a way-back friend.

   Different. And very good.

   In one of my ‘remote storage’ locations, I have recollections from a number of friends (including Cooper Renner and maybe Rick Neece) of the killing of fowl by their female relations. It is a virtually lost skill that was common not so long ago as we might think.

5. Amanda Mae Meyncke on August 7th, 2009 at 11:36 am

   I think more people should have to kill the things they eat.

6. Cece on August 7th, 2009 at 12:42 pm

   One of my husband’s jobs in Iowa as a kid was grabbing up chickens and throwing them out of the barn to be killed (processed). He much preferred corn tasseling!

   And yes I remember well the aunt twisting the heads off chickens. A rooster was menacing me once in the yard and I told on it. So she went right out and twisted off his head and he went running around the yard for a bit before collapsing. Saw the hogs strung up and butchered. They would harrangue me for refusing to eat meat. Wonder why!!!

7. Sheila Ryan on August 7th, 2009 at 12:47 pm

   You told on a rooster, Cece. Dang.

8. Cece on August 7th, 2009 at 1:02 pm

   I did not know my barnyard tattle would result in immediate execution.

9. Jonathan McNicol on August 7th, 2009 at 1:05 pm

   Okay, why did I look? Why? Dammit, Andrew.

   I think more people should have to kill the things they eat.

   I totally agree with that, except that it means I’d never eat again.

10. Sheila Ryan on August 7th, 2009 at 1:16 pm

    Oh, Cece, I know. The terrible price of squealing is something we learn all too late.

11. Moon Over Martinborough on August 22nd, 2009 at 12:11 am

    I’m an expat American city boy living in rural New Zealand, and I just had my first chicken killing lesson. It wasn’t pretty. I always thought chickens were supposed to run around after getting their heads chopped off. Ours didn’t do that. It did back flips. No joke. Horrible!

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