Boy, that takes me back to when my Gram raised chickens for food. In the fall, just like what you did, we kids and Gram would head out to the henhouse and Gram would cull the hens. After the beheading, she would tells us kids, who can pluck feathers the fastest. Then the race was on and we would be covered in feathers. My brothers generally won. The chicken and dumplings Gram would make, so yummy.