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Rough-plucking table: feet and heads already off, they manually strip flight and tail feathers, cut off neck, then bird goes into mechanical plucker.
Guy in plaid shirt is usual mechanical plucker operator; he's just pulled that bird out of the plucker. Next it gets finish-plucked
Evisceration room during first session: I did some final finish plucking in here, and then the birds are finished and chilled.
Second session's volunteers getting oriented; man on the right is the farmer whose turkeys we were processing.
View from the kill cones in towards the pluckers. Note the man in the backwards apron, lol; he kept getting splashed from the plucker
View out the window of the evisceration room, looking at finish plucking table out towards rough pluckers
Kill/pluck room, note window on right into evisceration room. White object is mechanical plucker.
Evisceration room: see window out to kill room.Two turkey processing sessions– one for the farm’s own birds, and a separate one for another local producer. Stuck into one photo set, with a chaser of some nice scenery (the back of the granary, looking over the little creek that feeds into the Quackenkill).
The first session was on a frigid morning, so the scald tank was letting off clouds of steam into the room, and gave it all kind of a dramatic cast. The second session, it was warmer. Both sessions we had a huge group of volunteers come help– separate groups each time– and with our core group of employees and long-term friends and such, got everything done very efficiently. The farm’s own turkeys were a pretty big batch, so it took forever, but the second session was over so fast we just went right on and packaged them at the same time.
Both sessions passed in great jovial spirits, without any real logistical problems and with much good humor. We know great people, it turns out.
Don’t click on the photos if you’re squeamish, but I have made sure not to get any shots of anything too terribly gross. You might be able to see some details in the background if you really want to know how it all works, but I figured these aren’t too horrifying if you’d rather not contemplate it.
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Rough-plucking table: feet and heads already off, they manually strip flight and tail feathers, cut off neck, then bird goes into mechanical plucker.
Guy in plaid shirt is usual mechanical plucker operator; he's just pulled that bird out of the plucker. Next it gets finish-plucked
Evisceration room during first session: I did some final finish plucking in here, and then the birds are finished and chilled.
Second session's volunteers getting oriented; man on the right is the farmer whose turkeys we were processing.
View from the kill cones in towards the pluckers. Note the man in the backwards apron, lol; he kept getting splashed from the plucker
View out the window of the evisceration room, looking at finish plucking table out towards rough pluckers
Kill/pluck room, note window on right into evisceration room. White object is mechanical plucker.
Evisceration room: see window out to kill room.Two turkey processing sessions– one for the farm’s own birds, and a separate one for another local producer. Stuck into one photo set, with a chaser of some nice scenery (the back of the granary, looking over the little creek that feeds into the Quackenkill).
The first session was on a frigid morning, so the scald tank was letting off clouds of steam into the room, and gave it all kind of a dramatic cast. The second session, it was warmer. Both sessions we had a huge group of volunteers come help– separate groups each time– and with our core group of employees and long-term friends and such, got everything done very efficiently. The farm’s own turkeys were a pretty big batch, so it took forever, but the second session was over so fast we just went right on and packaged them at the same time.
Both sessions passed in great jovial spirits, without any real logistical problems and with much good humor. We know great people, it turns out.
Don’t click on the photos if you’re squeamish, but I have made sure not to get any shots of anything too terribly gross. You might be able to see some details in the background if you really want to know how it all works, but I figured these aren’t too horrifying if you’d rather not contemplate it.
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