This being a family friendly blog we're not posting any pictures but I will tell you that I have "processed" seven of our nine geese, "processed" being a euphemism for "clumsily butchered."
It did not go as well as I would have liked. We will not have any roasting geese as the pin feathers were beyond anything I might have imagined. But we have a refrigerator full of breasts and legs.
And though it didn't go as well as I would have liked it wouldn't have gone at all had it not been for Tim Elliott's equipment and assistance.
And I'm relieved that it's done.
It was a hard day for Elisabeth, though. That girl has been wonderful with the geese and it pained me to see her so saddened, and all the more so because she bore her sorrow with such great restraint.
But we've decided to name the remaining two Adam and Eve, unless they turn out to be two ganders in which case we will call them Adam and Steve, our Vermont geese.
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