No, CM in the title doesn't mean "Charlotte Mason;" it means "Chicken Mummy." Before I continue, I have a few rhetorical questions:
1. Why did I let each child do his/her own chicken?
2. What are we supposed to be learning?
3. Whose idea was this anyway?
4. Am I doomed to have mummifying chickens on the top of my refrigerator forever?
5. Kristie, are yours done yet? If not, do you wanna race? (this one isn't rhetorical)
If you are interested in the history of this project, you can find Part 1 here and Part 2 here.
Okay, now that I'm done with that, I'll get on with:
Our Continuing (read "Never-Ending") Chicken Mummy Experience...
February 23, 2007 (almost Week 24 - Am I really admitting to this?)
The scene opens to a beautiful, sunny winter afternoon. Mom is almost done preparing a late lunch when she suddenly has a great idea: "Guess what we're going to do today?"
Jordan (excited): "Make a Flash website!"
Kathryn (not excited): "Chicken Mummies"
Groaning from all... then, "I'm last!" "No, I'll be last."
Jordan the Brave goes first, while Allyson practices piano and Nathan and Kathryn make balloons out of their gloves.
This week, we used:
* 1 pair of disposable gloves per person
* 2 gallon Zip-Loc bags per chicken
* 1 container of salt per chicken
1. We took the chicken out of the bag, wiped the salt out of the cavity and rubbed it off the outside of the chicken into the garbage. No paper towels needed at this point, but the chickens still aren't done.
2. We put the chicken in a new bag, filled the cavity of chicken with salt, and poured the rest of the container of salt around the outside of the chicken.
3. We zipped the bag closed, squeezing out as much air as possible, added another outer freezer bag to help keep the smell contained, and moved the salt around to evenly distribute it.
4. We put the chickens on top of our refrigerator until next week (?).
The smell isn't quite gone and some of the salt is still a little moist. This is our fourth salt change.
To be continued...