When I was about 8, my sister and I went to a friend's farm for a day of chicken butchering.
We had no idea what to expect. We were never around anything like that before. Worse... we also were mostly vegetarians back then.
Chickens heads were getting chopped off then the hen was immediately dunked in boiling water. If they accidentally lost their grip on that chicken, the hen flew around and tried to run with no head (blood and all). Truly where they got the saying! Ewww!
Next a group of women sat around and plucked them.
My sister and I sat staring in wide eyed shock.
Later that week we had sore throats. Our doctor said it was pschosematic. (spelling?) We had sympathy sore throats for those silly chickens. LOL!