We killed my meat chickens. And this time I watched. I even helped. My job was to go get the chicken that my dad was going to kill next. Which was whatever one I brought back from the pen. One of the chickens, when my dad cut it's head off started bobbing it's neck up and down while my dad was sitting on it to keep it from flapping everywhere. It started bobbing really fast and sent blood flying in my dad's direction. Some of the blood got in my dad's face and in his mouth. It was really funny. Here are pictures of the chicken slaughter.
I didn't take many pictures.
This is my dad sitting on a chicken.
That is how he holds them so he can cut off their head.
This is a picture I took of my mom and Cole.
I am glad the meat chickens are dead. They were a pain in the gluteus maximus.