Culling is not easy for me, but I do it. Frankly anything being mean to me, looses any sentimental appeal. The day he puffed up at my niece, I thought, what am I waiting for? Him to attack her? When I decide to do it, I just mentally move away from him. I don't watch the ones I am going to cull. I feed them and let them be. They have had very good lives, I try and be efficient, and I keep a peaceful flock. It is not easy, but...