Okay, so the best part of the week, the highlight if you will, ready for it? We went out to a farm in Leavitt owned by a family named the Pillings who I've grown close to the last few months. We helped them slaughter their chickens! 36 Roosters to be exact.
Elder Johnson and I were getting really efficient and Sister Pillings said, "..you know if you weren't killing chickens I would think you were a pair of serial killers the way your talk'in." We said things like, "Wow, this ones a fighter!" and "Slit his throat, that'll shut 'em up."