Actually, when I was growing up in Davenport, we lived next to the only farm left within the city limits. We were helping catch a chicken. They used a U-shaped double pointed wire loop to nail the chicken's neck to an old tree stump. Then the hatchet came down. I was totally unprepared for what happened next. The chicken's body took off running without it's head! It was spouting a 6 foot stream of blood out the neck opening, and ran all over the place for quite a while as I recall. The head sat there on the stump staring at me, trying to squawk, but only the beak was moving. They warned me not to put my finger near the mouth cause it would try to bite me.
When the body finally stopped running, we put it into a tub with boiling water. I don't remember how long the chicken body had to sit in the boiling water, but afterwards, you got to help yank out all the feathers. I remember the smell was totally revolting. You even had to try to pull out the pinfeathers as well as the big feathers.
Then it got butchered up, and within an hour, we were eating it.
Kind of a sobering experience which, when I contemplate it, or how cows and other animals are butchered in such numbers today, I almost think I should become a vegetarian.
But then, I look at my incisor teeth, and console myself that I am a carnivore through no fault of my own.