The chicken diaries: Slaughter time

I became a parent to two chickens I named Sitfwatfwa (snow) and Thandi (love) in January 2017. This is their story.

Make told me it was time for one of my roosters to die.

It took a few days for me to slaughter a member of my flock. Unlike my Swazi family, I cannot consume a whole chicken in one day. I was not even sure I could eat a whole chicken before it went bad.

I decided to make chicken noodle soup and planned to share it with my
family. They hated it.

At least they helped me catch the rooster because there was no way I was going to. (Chickens run really fast when they now it’s time to be dinner!)

Below you will find photos of my first chicken slaughter.

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My sis stalking the rooster with the big, black tail feathers.

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A bhuti running after the rooster in flip flops may have been one of the funniest things I’ve seen.

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Caught after he entered a space with no other exits.

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Sawing away after the rooster resigned himself to death.

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He was bloody.

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Slaughter wasn’t as horrible as I expected.

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