Cleaning fowl.

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We ended up only cleaning five.  Eleven were planned, but a skunk got in and killed the rest, and some ducks.  It isn't hard work, in a physical sense.  Killing gets to one a bit.  I can do it though.  Hoping for more practice.  They are done for the year.  They said winter butchering is an art of misery.  Next spring will be the next chance.  I won't start a spring batch, preferring a fall butchering time.  Spring is too fickle, weatherwise.

I was impressed with these chickens.  Larger and far better looking than anything I have seen at the store.  Removing feathers wasn't as bad as I has anticipated.  Removing the entrails was the trickiest, if more fore a need for delicacy while having such large hands.  Feather removal was more tedious than difficult.

All good.  I was sore and tired of body going into yesterday, so I am very rough today.  I wanted to learn, and help, no complaints.  I'll just have to move a little slower, take it a bit easier, this next week, maybe two.  Back, ribs, neck, legs, and more.  A serious headache brewing, and organ s screaming for no good reason.  I'll make it through.

Later.