It was that time of year again...time to stock our freezer (& grandma & grandpa's freezer) with fresh chickens from the farm. Valerie & Bob raise

the chickens on their game farm and then sometime in June/July we get together to get them to the final product. (Come on I am trying to be nice here).
Anyway, this year the chickens seemed to be ready 4th of July weekend, however, many of us already had plans so it got pushed to the following weekend. However, this weekend Valerie was gone off to visit Janelle in Seattle. Things went pretty much as normal once we got the feather plucker running...we had a few (20) minutes where the motor did not want to start. But, it was just a touch over heated initially or something from being plugged in prior to starting. Either way, here is how our well oiled assembly line went.....
Bob & Michael took care of taking the heads & feathers off.

Jon took care of burning any of the extra little hairs and then removing the feet. Betty & June bathed & cleaned up the chickens.


Grandma, , and I took care of cleaning out all the insides and keeping hearts, gizzards, and livers.

Then they were cleaned one more time by Jon, Betty, or June and put into a cold bath for the afternoon. :)

Jon and I were a little nervous on Saturday because our curious dog, Bailey, wanted to play with the chicken feet Jon was cutting off. So we let her have one to see what she would do with it. Well

she played with is a little... then nibbled on it a little....and then it was gone! She swallowed the dang thing nearly whole. The chicken feet had some pretty good talons on it too. So we were nervous that it was going to get stuck somewhere inside her and we were going to have to take her to the vet. We watched her demeanor all day and she seemed fine. Then at like 9:00 that night we were sitting in the kitchen and she coughed real big & up something came. Jon took whatever it was outside to check it out & sure enough there was the foot in there... he said it looked just like it did before she ate it. WHEW!
The other neat thing about the day was that Bob wanted to butcher some of his pheasants as

well. They are just about the same as a chicken just a little bit smaller. The one neat thing about the pheasants is that they were older & already at egg bearing age, so when we cut them open one of the first things that we pulled out was an egg that was ready to be laid. Then after that the eggs kept getting smaller & smaller... it was a pretty cool science lesson for the day.