Broiler chicks lined up at the feed dish. |
I have done it a couple of times - wrung a chicken's neck. But I was forced into it as a mercy killing after the chickens were mortally wounded by a short-legged, long-eared mutt named Blue (aka father-in-law's dog). It wasn't hard to do under those circumstances. This will be different.
Sleeping at the food dish...pathetic. |
When the time comes, I will have a dozen chickens to dispatch. I am hoping that a friend will take pity on me and hold my hand through it. I have a few friends who have done it before. My goal is to get to a point where this is an ok part of farm like for me - like taking Kevin to the butcher - and we can add chicken to our list of products. I also know that there will come a time when my older laying hens need to find a heavenly roost and rather than waste them, I would like to be comfortable enough with the process to dispatch them correctly and with as little pain as possible. Only time will tell...and if I don't test my limits, really, who will?
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