My great grandma (full blooded Cherokee Indian = scary woman) use to take us out back and make us watch her snap the chicken's necks.
Oh ok here goes my ADHD! Years ago my bf at the time was changing the oil in my truck inside a barn. A chicken tried to jump on the hood and scratched up the paint real bad. My bf grabbed the old oil filter, threw it at the chicken's head. It's head falls over like it's neck is broke, runs around for about a minutes then falls dead (we thought). I griped the bf out for killing it. Then about 15 minutes later we see the chicken stand up, head/neck was fine and normal, and it just walked away. It was one of those moments where you're so shocked that you just look at each other but can't speak yet. The end.
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