Today was the day we did the chickens.   The debut of the whiz bang was fair to good.  We had a few with broken wings and legs due to getting stuck within the fingers of the tub.  Tom felt it was a belt slipping.  Getting it a little wet when cleaning made it slip.  For the most part all went well.  We had a young couple from church come and learn how to butcher, clean, and cut them.  They took a few, neighbor friends got a few, and that left us with about 40 for ourselves.  I am cutting and freezing the breasts, bagging the wings, and canning the thighs and drumsticks.  Some were so long that they didn't fit in the quart jars, so I baked them and we ate those right away.