Chicken Butchering

I stole this picture from my little sister's blog.  My family decided to drum up old memories by butchering chickens this summer.  For me, it is a moral cause--I want to eat chickens that were happy when they were alive and raised by a real farmer, not a factory.  For a run down of the whole day visit Molly's blog at http://www.pairsquared.com/.  The hillarious post is 100% true.  I thought I needed this one picture for my own blog.

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