Albert and I
I was given Albert (pronounced in the French way without the t) when I visited one of the villages - apparently it's very rude not to accept. I therefore became the proud owner of my very first chicken.
Albert and I
After being woken up at 5.30am the next morning by Albert announcing that it was day time, his fate was sealed. I have to admit that I didn't actually do the knife to his throat part (our guard did), but I was there and I now know how to do it for next time. It was much quicker and easier than I thought it would be. I did then help to pluck him and to remove the insides.
Albert and I
And very tasty he was too.
I am now qualified to eat chicken.
