Against my wishes, my children named the meat birds. At least they named them all the same thing: Darth Sidious. They are named this by Susan because she thought their eyes look like wrinkled old Emperor Palpatine. They are all named this because they all look the same. I'm good with that.
This bad boy weighed just over 6 pounds yesterday. I decided that his time had come.
Last night I isolated him in a separate pen with water. And this morning, bright and early, he was transformed from a big white feathered brute into this:
He dressed out to 4 3/4 pounds - nice and fat. He'll make a nice juicy dinner tonight.
Seeing as how this was my first butchering experience, I didn't document it for you originally. But then I noticed that most of my hits from google searches were from people who actually want to know how to kill a chicken, so I recorded the steps here. If you want to know how to cut up a chicken after killing it, go here. Good luck!