
"tell me again why we must take their lives?" I asked Jen just before the killing hour. I'd been grumpy all day, serious, not willing to be happy. I was after all slotted with disrupting the lives of two roosters and their harems, indeed detouring the blood flow away from the heart and into s bucket. "why again do I have to do this?" flock dynamics, inter-hen peace, peace and quiet. And to take care of the irony formed by allowing students to raise their own eggs (in order to better appreciate life no doubt) which provided an abundance of males.

Its like fishing I know, killing an animal to eat it. It feels different though because they walk and peck and breath open air like we do. You don't half to break a fishes neck, slit its throat, scald and pluck and singe a fish. But fish do writhe and heave and gasp, so its about the same.

Separating the gall bladder from the liver.

Yellow fat envelopes the organs including the spleen and gizzard
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