Warning this post is sickening

This morning I found my neighbor slaughtering her native backyard chicken. There was a pot of hot water and a basin filled with the chicken’s feathers. As she pulls them out one by one. She says she decided to “eat” it as the chicken was sickly.

This afternoon she knocks on my door with a bowl of “arroz caldo” with lots of garlic toppings. And she says “here is this morning’s efforts”. I almost puked.

I don’t like native chickens. Especially if I witnessed its demise without much choice. But although the gesture was really sweet, I think I am going to sneak out tonight and feed it to the stray cats. As our basset hound can’t eat chickens. At least it’s Halal. I felt sick.