chicken

Submitted by Sascha on Tue, 04/16/2013 - 10:51

chicken

 I’m going to Zeeland, the very south of the Netherlands. It’s quiet here, the comfortable type. I arrive at a farm, it looks messy and peaceful. The Farmer that will guide me with the kill has a firm and steady handshake. “Lets start” he says immediately. I convince him to have a coffee first, it’s too early to slaughter. 10 minutes later we walk in to the shed, 3 hens are already caught and separated from the others. We walk to the back of the shed. A wooden block, a heavy steel chopping knife and a black bucket is all we need.

He invited me to come and gives me one of his hens. I hold him firmly by his legs and wings, and try to straighten his neck. I place the hen next to me, gently turning him so that his head rests on the wooden block. I practiced my swing thoroughly, so that shouldn’t be a problem. I raise the heavy blade and chop down. Hard, fast, clean.