I remember back more than 50 years ago, my little Brother and I was helping in the barnyard during the chicken butchering. Mom was slipping the head of each chicken between two vertical nails in a block of wood , stretch and chop, let the carcass run free until it was bled out. One of those headless chickens took off after my Little Brother and every weave and turn he did, that headless carcass , spurting blood and gurgling was hot on his little heels. It would have been a perfect halloween nightmare for even an adult! GregH