Blood, Guts, Gore, and Brownies: Processing Grass-Fed Chickens

My husband and I were up until 3am last Wednesday night, processing 32 massively oversized grass-fed chickens. Unfortunately, the chicks don’t hatch out of their shells, neatly plastic-wrapped in packages of white meat for me. This spring, our family has been redefining backyard chicken-keeping, by putting them in the front yard. I think it is the only relatively flat piece of land on the near property. The movable pen allows the chickens... Read More