My latest culture shock that i knew was coming: watching my Kenyan momma slit a chickens throat. Watching the neck spasm around on its own was the worst (best?) part. I only plucked the feathers, but next time i might do the killing. Currently just waiting for the stew to finish so we can eat. Hopefully tonight i will be able to post more Loitokitok thoughts.
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7 replies on “Pulling Feathers Out of a Dead Chicken”
Ummm i dont know why you thought this to be an appropriate posting when you knew I would be reading it! 🙁
Now i feel bad. If it makes you feel any better maybe ill be less inclined to visit kfc when i return.
Hey, Paul. Merry Christmas. In an effort to economize, my sister is cooking cornish game hens instead of prime rib for the holiday (what a sacrifice!) After reading this I think I would prefer a garden salad. Miss ya.
Now you know where the expression “like a chicken with it’s head chopped off” comes from. Your uncle, Don, thinks that people here are too removed form their food source, hence the squimishness with slaughtering animal for food. What did you do with the plucked feathers? I just heard a story of a man researching the phenomenon of chickens being sucked up by tornados and theing plucked clean and deposited miles away, otherise, unharmed.
Merry Christmas Paul-We miss you like crazy! Christmases have become more low key since you and Elise are all grown up. I miss the stress! And you are so far away… elise and Dave are cookin chicken pot pie for dinner tomorrow-at least they were befor your blog note. Good luck with that circle of life thing. Advice-do not give the critters names. Anyway, have a happy Kenyan Christmas and know we are thinking of you every step of the way.
um i am pretty sure u should already not be eating KFC
It sounds like a toned down christmas all around. Scott there is a train of thought that it is better to eat big animals because a single death will feed more mouths so maybe you should go back to prime rib next year. Judy i miss your chicken pot pie despite the experience here. Dad there are huge dust devils here when we have a few dry days so the next one i see ill try to toss in a chicken and let you know what happens. Elise you are not going to like my next post.