If a butchering day can ever be a great day, yesterday was one. Great fun, camaraderie, friendship and wonderful helping hands for which Papa Pea and I were very grateful.
Chicken Mama, Gilligan, and good neighbors D and M joined us in our second butchering of the season which included 14 ducks and 3 geese.
The day was gray, chilly and overcast with a bit of wind, but at least no rain.
We started the actual butchering a little after 9 a.m. and broke shortly after noon for a lunch of soup, garlic cheese bread and pie. Except we voted to save the pie and coffee for when we were all done.
Over the delayed dessert 'round about 3 p.m., D regaled us (he's an excellent story teller) with tales of growing up on a farm in western Minnesota with his brother and three sisters. As soon as they were each old enough, they were expected to "work" right alongside their mother and father, but as D said, they didn't feel they were abused in any way. It was just the way his family functioned. And, of course, the kids all had time to have fun while partaking of all the mischievousness they could experience being healthy kids raised in that environment. Made a couple of us adults around the table feel we'd missed something in our own "townie" upbringing.
I'll not post any of the pictures I took to commemorate the day except for one of the ones taken by our photographer-with-the-artistic-eye daughter.
At clean-up time, we raked, gathered and chased one heckuva lot of feathers, but I'm sure some of them blew all the way up to the Canadian border. Or if not actually that far, at least folks a few acres away may be wondering what's all that white, gray and black fluffy stuff skittering across their yards and through the woods. As Chicken Mama said, she can picture some cozy, comfy, down and feather lined nests this winter for the small forest critters.
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