My bag is packed

My bag is packed for my weekend jump... and as you can see
very little is actually mine. Mine is the small thing of cloths in
top zipper part:). And to think I thought I could get away with
simply taking a carry on. Ha!

Yesterday I also learned that this morning they would be butchering
Chickens. A story I remember hearing again and again while growing
up was about Granny Watson going out back grabbing a chicken snapping
its neck and plucking it to cook. So I wanted to try...at least plucking:)

The Chosen Ones!

the de-heading cone,
only a few of them flopped out of the cone and ran around
with out heads:)... I didn't take pictures of the gory part.

Ms. Gene dipping the chickens in boiling water (so they are easier
to pluck I learned) and handing them out to the pluckers.

(yes I know I cut off Ms. Gene's head but I didn't know how happy
she would be about me taking her picture so I took a "half shot"
in case she got on me then I could use that as an excuse!)

on my way to pluck my chicken

plucking away...

while Ms. Gene instructs me on how to do it properly. Not
at all as bad as I expected. My hands still stink but other
then that I would gladly do it again!

I love all the new things I learn down here!

Thank You Jesus for these opportunities.