This was the funniest part of the whole process. Since it was Bev's birthday, it was decided that she could do the honors of killing the chicken. She was real willing, but her heart is real kind and gentle and she can't even kill a fly. So for about ten minutes Lipok, held the chicken over a piece of wood, so that Bev could kill it. She would get ready to do it and apply some pressure to the chicken's neck, but then the chicken would make some noise and she would scream and we would all laugh hysterically. This probably happened 3-4 times. Our stomachs were hurting from laughing so hard. So in the end, Lipok helped her a bit to actually cut the neck, but she was involved in the whole process. We were joking later that the poor chicken had a really slow death.
Both Bev and I had never seen a chicken killed before and we felt like real city girls. I had thought that there would be more blood than there was. Lipok said that he usually kills the chicken by breaking the back and that's even less blood involved, but for Bev's first time, he thought it would be better to use the dow (the big knife).
