Yep, I remember Grandad making me hold the legs on a hen he had to get ready for dinner. He swung that axe, and I ended up holding on to a pair of chicken handlebars on one of the craziest rides of my life. That hen kicked her legs and flapped her wings and dang near beat me into the ground, all the while Grandad and Uncle Jimmy were standing there laughing so hard they couldn't breathe, while I am going "Whoa, Whoa, Whoa!". I ended up covered in blood and feathers and Lord knows what else, but I never let go of them drumsticks!

It weren't the first time I seen how dinner was got, but it was the first time I realized how much work it was to get it done.