My parents just lopped their heads off and hung the writhing carcass on a clothesline feet first.
These were critters that had tried to kill me so I wasn't particularly upset.
I have no idea how my aunt and uncle did it; when I was there it was always Wally or his older brother Francis who did the chopping. I guess they were still young enough to get a kick out of the headless chicken's running around. I always found it amazing.
"These were critters that had tried to kill me so I wasn't particularly upset.
That's the difference between city critters like me and farm critters like you, different realities when it comes to animals. Farm critters are more practical.