Sounds like my childhoodOn my grandfather’s farm where he raised chickens commercially they slaughtered chickens the old fashioned way like you described. Us kids would catch the things the men would chop the heads. Sometimes they would kill two at a time and bet on which one would flop the longest. The girls and women would hot bath the dead birds, pluck and clean them. My grandparents backyard where all this carnage took place would be covered with blood and chicken feathers. And after a couple hours of killing, plucking, cleaning and cutting up chickens we had fried chicken for dinner.