Plucked!

I buy chicken from the grocery store in a tidy package.  The other day while visiting my friend Holly I saw how it all happens.  The Africans got a kick out of me taking photos of chickens getting plucked.

Looks like fun, wouldn't you agree? 

Decapitated chickens R.I.P.

Little did they know their fate...

I ate one of these chickens the other day, and I treasured the meat, because I had a connection to the bird.  I didn't butcher it myself (maybe later), but I know who did.  I'm such a hypocrite.