On the schedule for today: Butchering 13 of our roosters and 2 of Chicken Mama's geese.
We've been going through chicken feed at an alarming rate these past few weeks and our chickens that we got as chicks this past June are now old enough that we can tell the roosters from the hens. That signaled time to butcher and send some chickens to freezer camp.
We finished the job about an hour ago. Chicken Mama has gone back to Swamp River Ridge to get some things done there tonight. Papa Pea and I are exhausted.
It took the three of us five hours from start through the last of the clean up. Seems three people should be able to take care of 15 birds in a shorter time than that. I guess we're just slow. We did take a very short break for a late lunch but otherwise we just kept working away the whole time.
If we had a poultry processing plant anywhere within 150 miles of here (we don't), I think I'd be tempted to take our birds for a little road trip and be done with it.
I thought I was being smart and got food for dinner halfway ready and in the refrigerator this morning so it wouldn't be so much work pulling a good meal together after we were done this afternoon. Funny thing though, nobody was hungry for dinner. What did I plan on making? Chicken Pot Pie. Bad choice. (Chicken Mama said she didn't want anything with eggs either.)
Actually, she thanked us for the offer of dinner but chose instead to head out so she'd have some evening hours for getting some things done at Swamp River Ridge. Right now, Papa Pea is upstairs in his office puffing on his pipe and I'm back here at my desk guzzling grape juice . . . wishing I had some egg nog. Yes, it's out in the stores around here already. They come out with it earlier and earlier each year. All the longer time, before the actual holidays, for me to bulk up to 250 pounds . . . if I drank as much of it as I'd like.
Well, even though we have no egg nog, we may just drink our dinner tonight. I'm saving the Chicken Pot Pie for tomorrow night. Maybe. If I'm over my temporary aversion to chicken by then. What was I thinking?