norwegen
Diamond Member
I had to participate in the chicken slaughters when I was a kid. We kids would have to go collect a bunch of chickens, and then when they were running around headless, we would have to go fetch 'em again.Like eggs, like chicken. My grandfather used to have a chicken coop he built with cinder block and mortar. Solid as hell, I would feed the chickens with him in the morning....my stomach turned from the stench... We would pick the eggs and have breakfast.
I named all the chickens....they were my little buddies
There were times when we would have fresh killed chicken for dinner. I did not help him in that department. I never asked him who he killed and he never told me. I still had the same names for all the chickens could not tell which one was who.
Now I eat pasteurized eggs and make many eggs dishes....I do not think of my experience at the chicken coop much these days, but when I do it is with fondness for my grandfather.
We never named them, though. That would've been hard to stomach.