Murder She Wrote

Today I slaughtered a chicken! My family raises chickens, and every Sunday, one is slaughtered for our Sunday lunch and dinner. Two weeks ago, Brett (fellow trainee) came over and we watched a chicken be slaughtered; last week, Brett came over and slaughtered the chicken; this week, it was my turn... yeah.

You can't buy a dead chicken here, you can only buy a live one and kill it. Chicken is pretty much my only meat option, as I have no interest in going to the market and having beef hacked off of a hanging fly-covered cow carcass. Anyway, whether or not I will actually kill a chicken at my site, I guess I feel like I should know how a chicken is killed for ideological reasons- if I'm going to eat a dead animal, I should know how it came to be dead and on my plate. (But, my ideology only goes so far... there is no way I could ever kill a cow, haha)

So, the particular chicken that was chosen for this week's meal happened to be a particularly huge chicken- definitely the biggest one so far! It also happened to be a particularly active chicken... most chickens don't seemed to mind being killed, but this one did. But, I did it- I killed the chicken, and I'll spare you the details. It was kind of horrifying and kind of okay. The anticipation is always worse than the actual.