Moved The Hens

  Three days ago we moved the egg-laying hens to the back of our house so they wouldn't be so far away and so we can fill their water more easily. Here's a fact: moving twenty chicken-hearted (duh!) hens to a new living quarters is not exactly easy. Step one, run like crazy after one of the chickens. Step two, after 15 minutes, grab the tail feathers and lift it to your arms. Step three, get surprised by the bird's sudden flapping and let go. Repeat steps one and two. Step four, bring it all the way to the new area you made at the back of the house. Step five, repeat for all the chickens.

Needless to say, I wanted to wring their scrawny necks.

Got the goat

Yesterday my dad shot the goat through the neck. I don't really know what happened, except that it was a lot of work butchering it.  My dad didn't know how to butcher, so I actually had to get a wilderness survival book: "Extreme Survival" JG Press.  I don't want to write all the steps here, so search it up.  After my dad removed the skin, we took off the remaining fat and meat of the underside and stretched it out on a piece of wood to dry.  Today, we took it off and rubbed ground salt on the hide to absorb any moisture left, and also to remove the stench.

Tomorrow we'll add some fresch salt and, I hope, soften it.  I still don't know what I want to do with the skin once we're done fixing it up, maybe make some shoes out of it.