this is where chicken comes from

Long story short -- last weekend my wife killed a chicken, plucked it, gutted it, butchered it and then cooked it. Boy, it was delicious.

I took lots of photos here.

There's a bit of narrative with the photos that explain why in the hell anyone would do such a thing. But I'll tell you it was done, not out of bloodlust, but out of a sense that one should know where their food comes from. And, that folks should know that if you eat meat, something's gotta die first.