|The full moon view from my festival sleeping bag|
So I'll get right to the chicken part. First, I didn't kill the chickens, I didn't gut the chickens. It was happening on both sides of me, the Plucker. Yes, there are a lot of good plucker jokes, help yourself. We did. Actually, I only used the plucker machine - uh huh, there are plucker machines - once, because the chickens were heavy, I'm short and Larry took over the job for me. Thank you, Larry! I did the 'cut off the feet and pluck the leftover feathers' part. Sorry if you like chicken foot soup, because we didn't save them (except for the garden, with the other leftover bits and pieces). So if the idea of butchering your food is not on your list, best to stop here, though I kept it from being a slasher show. Really.
|The dunker. water 145 degrees, 1 minute makes plucking easier|
|The plucker (there are different kinds of plucking machines, but this what we used)|
|The killing cones. Think upside down chicken, knife, done|
|Setting the chicken up to get dunked (after beheading)|
|Me and Buffy, still clean and pristine - it was a cold morning!|
.but I only used it to cut the feet off
|Elijah sneaks a photo of me Pluckin'|
|Thank you, chickens|
|Larry using the plucking machine. It's pretty incredible how well it works|
|Flying feathers (hence the plastic enclosure)|
|Buffy and Elijah doing the dirty work on piles of plucked chickens|
|"and a strange holy light blessed the work..."|
Next up: the Head to Head music festival. After a shower and some lunch, it was hard to believe we had butchered chickens for four hours. It was time to play!
Have a multipurpose Monday! Do something mindfully.
And to our friend Gus, our love, our hearts.