A couple of weeks ago, we went to Tennessee, Georgia and Alabama. where Danny served his mission. While we were visiting one family that he had baptized, the mother had a live chicken getting ready to kill it for dinner. She asked if I wanted to watch. At first I said "NO!" But then I thought "when will I ever see this again." So I went out side with her and watched her wring it's neck and then quickly pluck the whole thing!! I think I have been traumatized for life. Everyone was laughing at me...I'm such a city girl.
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Hooray! I'm so glad you're blogging again and I'm glad you were brave enough to watch the feather plucking of dead poultry. I would love to see more pics and hear more about your trip to Tenn.
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