My wife grew up in a family that would process chickens. It a was then, and still is today, the natural way of life. Harvesting day was a family gathering there. They would harvest hundreds at a time. All family members had jobs to do. She of course wanted nothing to do with the initial dispatching but after that she had no issues. When we started raising chickens it was the same here. Her and her family would do the processing but I had to do the primary harvesting. I remember one classic Fall. We had a small group to do. Normally we did them on Saturdays but this Fall most folks were busy on Saturdays especially me as I had farm auctions to go to. I suggested a Thursday morning. My wife looked at me funny and asked if I was planning on taking off work that Thursday. I told her no and that I did not have to go in until noon because it was parent-teacher conferences and we were working Noon-8PM. She was fine with it.
I thought it was funny in the afternoon I am talking with the parents of my shop students about safety in the shop and a few hours earlier I was spattered in blood from detaching heads from chickens. Of course I had showered but a couple of my fellow teachers were like me and joked around. Every once in awhile while I was meeting with a parent one would walk by and make a motion to their face then say "Mr. G you missed a spot"
Good guys and gals.
in d.c. then lol
