Blood in the Morning

After chores and before beginning the writing day, I butchered a chicken. It’s a meat chicken, healthy enough until yesterday when it lost the ability to walk. This despite it being free-range and not all that big. But I’ve learned the hard way that once their legs give out, it’s just a slow decline and you also wind up with a bird you wouldn’t want to eat. So off I went behind the pole barn. Didn’t take too long, although it helped that last night before going to bed I made a quick review of this site.

Upside? While plucking the chicken I worked out a paragraph transition, which I will apply myself to right now.