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small town Iowa.... | Reminded me of the old days. Dad manned the ax, I held the roosters comb down over a wood block.
He chopped the head off then tossed the body off to the side. The old farm dog went nuts going after the roosters bodies flopping around. Dipped the roosters in boiling water, took off the feathers by hand. Mom would then
light up an old gas stove to burn off the hairs. Off to the hog house. We gutted the birds there. Hogs ate the innards.
Back in the 1960"s nothing was wasted. | |
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Great day to slaughter chickens!
