Today we processed our first meat chickens.
I wasn't sure what to expect, having never cleaned
a chicken before. We studied up and watched some
You Tube videos before undertaking the task.
It went quite well and I was surprised that it
didn't bother me, I thought it might.
We had one thing on our side, my husband's boss
built a whiz bang chicken plucker and it takes a
lot of time off the job!
The whiz bang has many rubber fingers inside that
spin like a dryer, plucking all the feathers after
you put in already scalded chicken. You have to drop in two
at a time and within seconds they are plucked.
You can see how fast it moves.
We have an old farm sink with drain boards that we
set up on saw horses. We snaked our garden hose through
the faucet opening and added a garden hose sprayer on the end.
Beneath, we attached a drain hose so it would all run through
the sink and down the hill away from the house.
Then the guys brought them over to the sink for us
and we washed, gutted and cleaned them.
We started out doing our own chickens but then
each of us had something we preferred to do.
I ended up being the chicken gutter, my friend Laura
was really good at cutting out the backbone and
up the breasts. My husband and Dennis took care
of the chopping plus put them through the whiz bang.
The poultry shears were just a bit much for me.
I don't have the hand spread in order to open up
and close down on the portion that will cut through bone.
I was much better at cleaning them out.
We had buckets to collect everything we were not using
and an iced chest to keep all the meat in.
We had about 26 birds to process and, being our first time,
took us several hours to complete. We had shade most of the
time but put up an awning to keep the area cool.
We have a lot of meat in that cooler, which is now
in the garage with lots of bags of ice. We'll package it all
up in vacuum bags and place them in the freezer.
This was our first experience with Cornish Cross,
or Creepy Meats! Never again.
We restricted food so they didn't get as big as those
that are allowed to eat as much as they want,
and they always want to eat.
If you do this, they tend to have problems with
their legs or hearts. We would rather have them a
little smaller and feel better.
If we do this again next year, it will probably be with
Buff Orpingtons. We like them better. These cornish cross
just ate, pooped and sat down. They walked around a little
but not like our other birds.
After we were done, my husband asked what
I would like for dinner tonight,
Anything But Chicken
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