We've all really enjoyed having chickens. They were free range during the day, then followed one of us back to the chicken house to roost at night. They *literally* crossed the road, and wouldn't want to come back, so we would send "Ol'Yeller" and they'd be round up, sheepdog style!
Here he is about to...*ahem* start. He did it on a cut log which I thought was old-fashioned, (ok, so I was searching for the bright side of the situation) lol! My father's in the foreground holding the...hatchet. heh.BUT It wasn't messy because instead of letting the chicken frantically run around (and get stains everywhere) He placed the chicken in a clean rubbage bin/trash can to flap around until their life ceased.
Seriously though, you should've seen me...I was taking deep breaths, pacing around trying to convince myself how Pioneer style this is...lol! I got used to it though, and the whole family worked together, and it was done quickly. I thought it was good that our instructor showed us what to do, and left us to do it ourselves. I think we all feel prepared enough to do this again in the future.