And it didn't really prepare me for the chicken we're going to have to butcher this week. She's prolapsed and probably eggbound and you don't want me to go into any more details, I promise. She doesn't appear to be suffering -- chickens aren't especially demonstrative, but she's acting like a chicken and not like a sick chicken, as far as I can tell -- but at this point it's pretty clear she isn't going to get better. So it's just a matter of time before she gets infected and everything gets worse. It's part of farming, unfortunately; the animals you love end up dying, and you end up killing them.
I've assisted in chicken slaughter before, but I haven't actually done it myself yet, and neither has Jeremy. We're a little nervous, but I think it will go alright.