All I can say is , "Oh, My gosh."
           Okay, so it was the perfect farm day. Really. It was a day right out of one of my Country Magazines. The blue sky, the cool sunny weather outside...I was planting two apple trees I had just bought at Senter's nursery (one hopefully a Gala and the other a Winesapp...Mr. Senter was guessing at the types of trees and I am just hoping that one is a Gala for Jake's sake...he loves those) Anyway, I was planting away and chatting with Heather on the phone when my sweet neighbors walked down the hill carrying two loaves of freshly baked bread. We chatted for awhile over the barb wire fence about the nice piece of land that it was...about the chickens and about the coyotes that have been singing a lot lately. It couldn't have been a lovelier moment until low and behold the chicken tractor of my dreams arrived on Dwayne's truck. I was SO excited to see it!!!! We put the chickens in right away and all of the kids got inside to pet the chickens and check out the coop's view. Justice picked up one of my meat chickens and threw it down in the coop...the poor chicken's leg...yup...broke and I knew right then and there the "Passover" had arrived. Man!
   Jake was inside talking to Dwayne and the kids were off playing. It was the moment of truth. I ran grabbed plastic gloves, a paper bag, cooking twine and my cherry knife...literally a knife with cute cherries painted on it. It is my sharpest and it made me feel slightly better. Dwayne's daughter Katie stood there with me for moral support. And, yup...I hung the chicken by a branch, said a desperate prayer and did the deed. It didn't give any fuss or seem to be upset at all. Those people online who peacefully do this were right...it wasn't too scary. We walked away and within two minutes I turned around and all was done. Just then our dinner guests arrived. Not only had I not started dinner because of the pressing task but they don't eat meat!! So, there I was just having done this trying to be calm and look peaceful though my heart felt like freaking out!
 After a few minutes I had to excuse myself and tell Jake and the guests what I had had to do. Soon my little neighbor came in..."Mrs. Carney? Baci is chewing on the chicken head." I went outside and cut it down from the tree...scaled it in a pot of water...de-feathered the thing and gutted it all by myself. :) Then I came inside gave it a good rinse and seasoned it up with oil and spices...