Last Friday started out as quite an interesting day. I walked out onto the farm not knowing what to expect. I knew it was Merry Lea's annual 'butchering day', where we thank the turkeys and chickens that participated in the Farmcraft program, then butcher them in order to provide the staff of Merry Lea with birds for Thanksgiving.
WARNING: There are some pretty graphic images, as well as videos, throughout this blog. Please do not continue if you cannot handle images of the butchering process!
NOTE: If you want to see the videos of me butchering one of the turkeys, they are at the VERY bottom of this post.
By the time I arrived, the butchering process had already begun. I looked all around me and literally things were happening everywhere. In one corner, between the buildings, Paul's sons were helping thank and butcher the chickens. Then, I would turn around, and there would be several chickens tied by the feet onto a clothes line being butchered by the 'sawing' method, in which you hold the chicken's neck taught and basically cut through it with an extremely sharp knife.WARNING: There are some pretty graphic images, as well as videos, throughout this blog. Please do not continue if you cannot handle images of the butchering process!
NOTE: If you want to see the videos of me butchering one of the turkeys, they are at the VERY bottom of this post.
I could not watch this process, and luckily it wasn't the popular method of butchering for the birds. Then, close to the clothes line, chickens were being skinned and having their feathers removed. A few feet away were several birds being de-feathered on the back of the Ranger vehicle. Near that was a large cauldron of boiling water over a roaring fire in which dead birds were being dunked before having the feathers removed. Apparently boiling the birds for 10 seconds helps the feathers come out more easily.
Little did I know that when I stepped into my beloved Cider Press, it would become the sight of a nightmare. I walked in to see several Merry Lea staff hard at work removing the inner parts of the chickens. As I watched, I think that I was still in shock about everything going on around me. They were hard at work, and it seemed like everyone had done this before. I had never seen anything like this at all in my entire life...
Above, Paul's son, Skye, says goodbye and thanks to one of the chickens. Now, as soon as I got a grip on everything happening in the Cider Press, and got over my initial shock, I had several people asking me if I wanted to participate. My response was "I don't know" for about fifteen minutes. I wasn't sure if I could handle it! Then, Janie stepped in and told me she'd slowly guide me through the process. So, away I went to grab a pair of gloves and do something I never thought I'd do in my entire life.
Above, David, the Agroecology intern, helps Paul submerge a bird in the boiling water.
Above, Sam helps Paul skin a chicken. Can you tell that maybe Paul has done this before?
This is the part you've all been waiting for! Photographic proof that I had my hand stuck inside of a chicken and that I cleaned the entire thing myself. For those of you who saw my Facebook, I heard the comment, "Your cutting board was too clean for you to have cleaned that chicken yourself!" Well, that picture was from the very beginning. Also, why would I post a bloody cutting board on Facebook? I think that's flat out disrespectful to my friends who can't handle that kind of stuff.There were a few moments that made me want to stop the entire process. To be honest, I did have to step outside a few times to get some fresh air away from the butchering smell. For example, the sounds that were made while I was cleaning were disgusting. Also, some sentences of instruction said by my helper made me a little sick regarding removing the neck area of the bird.
Pictured next to me is Laurina, a Merry Lea graduate student from last year's cohort, who is an expert on this whole cleaning ordeal! She was telling the others which organs were to be harvested, how to properly remove them, and she knew the entire internal anatomy of the birds! Someone would pull out an organ and ask her what it was, and she could immediately tell them. She knew what she was doing. Also, the bowl in the middle of the table was there for the gizzards and other parts that could be harvested.
Above is a picture of me overcoming my fear of sticking my gloved hand into a still-warm chicken. I asked Jonathon to take pictures because "my family back in Texas will NEVER believe this unless there is photographic evidence!" Just think, not even three hours later I would be butchering a turkey for the first time. At the moment I began cleaning the chicken, that idea was still a distant thought!
I was working really, really hard to clean this bird properly. I also wanted to show those who doubted me in the beginning that I could do it. There are so many things you have to be aware of (and prevent from happening) while cleaning the insides. For example, you HAVE to be sure that you do not cause any excrement to come out while cleaning. That is VERY BAD because then you have to cut and remove ANY meat that came into contact with it and disinfect your entire area all over again.
It took me slightly longer to clean my chicken than it took the others. That's okay, though, because everyone else had their first times cleaning a chicken and they were all understanding. Janie was there to guide me through the entire process and help me know what I needed to do. I appreciate her patience and willingness to assist me!
I think this is my "I still can't believe I'm doing this" face!
Janie, in the red sweatshirt, was helping me figure out how to properly clean and remove the insides of the chicken.
I was laughing to hide the tears! I'm just kidding. I kept making faces because the sounds would be disgusting. I went outside multiple times!
Here we are, hard at work, trying to clean and process my first bird!
These are not my un-gloved hands... but just in case you wanted to see the inside of a chicken, here is your chance! If you could have lived your life without seeing this, then I apologize.
I think there is a domino game called Chicken Feet... that I can't play ever again.
The Sustainability Semester in Residency students came over after lunch to help speed up the butchering/cleaning process.
From left to right: Janie, me, Jane and Laurina try to finish cleaning up the chickens so we can begin to butcher and clean the turkeys.
More pictures of the crew, and the young daughter of a volunteer, cleaning the birds. I did not take pictures of the turkeys going through this process, well, because you get the idea by now.
Now, how did I get the notion in my head to butcher my own turkey? Well, I was sitting on a wooden bench by the cauldron, taking a break from the whole scene, when Dave approached me and told me there were still a few turkeys left. He then asked me if I wanted to participate. My initial answer was, "Let me think about it." However, I also wondered when I would ever get the chance to challenge myself like this again.
Somehow I mustered up the courage to take the ax in my hands and take a few practice swings. For those of you who know me well, this is not like me. I mean, I like challenges, but not ones that involve ending the life of an animal.
However, after taking care of these birds for several months, repeatedly having to clean up their poop, realizing how disgusting and unintelligent they are, and getting turkey poop smeared on the bottoms of almost every pair of shoes I own, I in no way had any emotional connection to these birds. If anything, I miss their noisy antics, but for the most part am relieved that I don't have to take care of them anymore. That being said...
(to view the video, click the "play" button on the lower left-hand side at the bottom of the box)
This video is of me taking my first practice swings. Since I have never chopped wood before, let alone held an ax, Dave took a few minutes to teach me how to hold an ax and hit my 'target'.
Now, here we have the highly anticipated video of this Texas city girl butchering her first turkey. Three hours prior to this, I never would have thought I'd be swinging an ax. If you watch it and think the same thing that my dad posted on Facebook...
"geez- it took the same amount
of whacks to put Marie Antoinette out of her misery! Poor turkey."
...just know that this was an entirely new
learning process for me because although I did NOT miss my
target on the first swing, Dave neglected to tell me the amount of force I needed to include along with not missing the target. So, I did not miss, but I did not swing hard enough.
On the second swing, my brain had not fully processed what had happened, and that I was unsuccessful, so I did not swing much harder. The third time, however, my brain registered what needed to happen so then I delivered a more swift and final blow.
On the second swing, my brain had not fully processed what had happened, and that I was unsuccessful, so I did not swing much harder. The third time, however, my brain registered what needed to happen so then I delivered a more swift and final blow.
Above is a picture of my headless turkey, post-slaughter.
Before this day, Paul made a valid point when he said that if you are an omnivore, you need to know where your food comes from and the process it goes through to get from the farm to your table. I can genuinely say that I have a new and profound appreciation for where my meat comes from.
At the end of the day, my brain was completely overwhelmed, and I was tired. But, for those who doubted me and my ability to accept and excel at any challenge, this one's for you. :)
At the end of the day, my brain was completely overwhelmed, and I was tired. But, for those who doubted me and my ability to accept and excel at any challenge, this one's for you. :)







































