Maybe it was the fact that I am tired of feeding these ravenous birds. And have I mentioned how much work it is trying to keep up with their water? Or maybe it had something to do with the fact that they have a bad habit of falling over dead.
Either way, today was the day. The day I finally started putting home grown chicken in my freezer. Cole and I (with a little help from the other kiddos) butchered 10 birds. They averaged 4-5 pounds dressed out. Only 30-something more to go. Their talking 90 again tomorrow. We'll see if the gumption strikes again. Would somebody remind me of this day when I get the crazy idea to raise meat birds next spring?