“Shit, I just hope the cable don’t go out,” Luther said. “If it does we’ll have to have some authentic conversation in this place and discuss our feelings.” From The Broken Places by Ace Atkins
I have this dear friend. She’s a wonderful person without any serious flaws. Or so I thought.
My daughter has some chickens. 15 or so. She named them all.
OK. Is she raising them to eat?
One does not eat anything with a name. So……..she just keeps them for the eggs.
I can see that. Does she live out in the country?
Not really…….but far enough out-of-town. Not too many close neighbors.
I’ve never done it but I understand raising chickens is a dirty, smelly, business. And cutting their heads off. Ugh.
I was raised on a farm and we raised chickens to eat. We killed them, boiled them, plucked them, and cooked them. Good stuff.
Whoa now………………..you killed them. With an ax?
Not with an ax. I would lay their heads on the ground……put a broomstick over their necks to hold them down and then yank their heads off.
(a brief moment of silence as that rattles around in my brain )
OK………I get it. This is just a joke. C’mon….tell me you are not serious.
I am serious. That’s the way I was raised. We always did it that way.
Well wouldn’t it have been easier, neater and more humane to use an ax to cut their heads off? What about their heads? Did they just pop off?
Ya…..they just popped right off.
Man oh man. It’s a good thing you didn’t have any bulls that required castration. Good for the bulls anyway.
“Maybe this world is another planet’s hell.” ~ Aldous Huxley
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Okay…I needed to wash my eyes out after reading the process of killing a chicken. I’d always hear that they twirled the chicken over their head to break their neck. Regardless, it’s another reason I don’t raise my own food. Too much violence:) I love the end quote. I’ve always said the only hell there is is what we’re living here on earth.
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Your reference to hell here on earth is interesting. I suppose it’s as possible as any other idea proposed. I do not subscribe to the accepted judeo/Christian version of hell. In fact, I don’t believe in hell but I believe there should be one for some. Vengeance is good for the soul.
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I laughed my _ s s off at this one. I too was raised on a farm. My Dad used to hang the chickens from the clothes line and using a butcher knife, he would whack their heads off in one fell swoop! Then they would flop in this upside down position and bleed out. Then Mom would fill a wash tub with boiling water and dip the dead chickens several times in it. Then my sister & I had to pull the stubborn pin feathers out. Next my mother would skillfully cut the chickens up and put them in the freezer. At the end of the day the kitchen sink was full of CHICKEN GUTS!!! It was not a pretty sight, but the chickens were good eating 🙂
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So glad it brought back some memories for you. I just hope I’m not in serious trouble with my good friend. I think she has a sense of humor. If not, I’ve got a lot of sucking up to do.
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