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Originally Posted by Heel n Toe
I remember my grandma chopping a chicken's head off with a hatchet. She held it by the neck and draped it across a root of one of the big Magnolia trees in their yard.
Then she let go of it and jumped back and let it flop around until it bled out and stopped moving.
Then she dropped it in a big pot of boiling water... that loosened up the feathers so they could be plucked.
What I don't remember is how she caught the chicken.
Anyway, I turned out fine... what part of what you said do you believe affected you... and how?
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Oh, I was just joking when I said I was screwed up because of the Chicken Trauma... like most kids it was my
crazy parents that messed me up!
Come to think of it, I don't remember how she caught the chickens, either. I do remember the boiling water. Maybe that's where my great-grandfather came in. He must have been the Chicken Wrangler!
Sounds like we had similar childhoods as far as chicken cleanin' time goes. Glad you're OK!