Even with a sick kiddo

the chickens needed to get processed. So Boomer went alone while Madigan and I camped out on the couch with pedialite, Popsicles and a bowl…just in case. Most of the day Madigan slept, having been up till 3 getting sick every 7 to 10 min. When Boomer got home I got to work on breaking down 20 chicken. The first 8 are a breeze, the next 5 you think why did I get so many, then the last 7 go in the freezer whole. It’s all worth it though.

That’s one full freezer.