The Cubbies Catcher is very nervous.
My parents were city sorts of folks who moved to the country because of me, wanting to raise their kids there for some reason, so they didn’t know much about rural living when they bought two acres way out in the boonies.
Parts of the family moved into our neighborhood and one decided to try raising chickens. That began coming to an end when he tried to kill his first one with a bunch of us little kids around. Some of us were grossed out before we started chasing the headless bird while unc looked on completely dejected.
I tried not to watch what it took to get them from the chicken yard to the point of plucking the feathers..The chickens were my responsibility to feed and water.
Oh I have seen that more than once. If ya wanted chicken dinner on Sunday, someone had to separate the chicken from its head.
In our house it was Mother.