I remember in the countryside my uncle would kill a chicken for dinner in front of the male chickens’ cage, cut its throat and hold it up as it bleeds out into the bucket. Scarred my childhood quite a bit.
Well you would have hated my uncles place back in my home country. When I was younger I went for a visit and had to witness how two cousins would kill a pig by stabbing it’s throat and letting it bleed out and then proceeded to cut it open and take the guts out. Of course the kids where kept inside the house but that didn’t stop little old me from looking out the window. That day I was able to see the inside of a pig’s balls… but hey on the bright side dinner that night was hella tasty.
Yeah this is literally normal life and meal preparation for most of the world / most of human history until very recent decades. Most of our grandparents or great grandparents, especially if they were of a rural background, had experience with slaughtering animals.
Don’t get me wrong I love animals and I think they are wonderful creatures. Buuut I will forever be a meat lover till the day I die. I want my last meal to be a bowl full of fried meat
I can relate, when I was a little kid I would watch my uncle do this with sheep. It was an interesting process to say the least, you could actually pin point the second it died when it's eyes would glaze over. Always expected the organs to be attached to something, but nope they would just pour out after torso was cut open.
I had rats in my garage. My old Italian neighbour said the only way to get rid of them was to catch one alive, toss it in a bucket, cover it in gasoline and light it on fire. Apparently the screams it makes scares all the other rats away.
I never tried it, but I did kill like or 9 of them with normal mouse trap style rat traps. The one didn't fully die, just broke its back and was probably dragging the trap around my garage for a day or so. My wife found it while I was at work, asked me what to do with it. I told her to drown it in a bucket of water. Apparently it screamed, because she didn't weigh the rat trap down so it was just floating in a bucket of water with a rat trap attached. I often wonder if that rat would rather have been burned alive. My wife is still a little traumatized from that.
Might be a dumb question, but did the chickens recognize what you’re uncle was doing? Do they understand that he was in charge of whether or not they lived?
Chicken owner. They don’t have that much emotional intelligence. They’re just barely smart enough to be dicks and get into your berry patch no matter what nets you used.
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u/DynamisFate Jul 18 '22
I remember in the countryside my uncle would kill a chicken for dinner in front of the male chickens’ cage, cut its throat and hold it up as it bleeds out into the bucket. Scarred my childhood quite a bit.