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I believe you, but I can't yet bring myself to kill and eat something I hovered over and, frankly, prayed for while it was hatching. I'm going to feel bad enough about handing three culls over to be eaten. I've got a Jeane C1 cockerel and pullet that both have orange breasts, they gotta go.
(And yes, he loves the tails, but he calls them the "Pope's Nose". I guess that's the Protestant version. LOL)
By the way, is there anyone here who did not grow up doing their own butchering who does it now? How hard is it to get over the citified repulsion to it? Does it get easier after the first one? The first two?
I grew up in the city (Vancouver, BC) but always yearned to be a "farm girl". When I was 19, (23 years ago) I had the opportunity to come train horses on the farm I am still at in Oregon. I was never repulsed by the butchering process but saddened by it. I just remind my self of the wonderfull life my chickens have had compared to the mass market farmed chickens and be happy for the great, healthy food I have produced for myself. It does get easier............ My first chicken butchering ever was 25 cornish cross we had raised, (Frankenchickens DH called them) and honestly, they were such smelly, strange chickens I had no problem butchering them, I wanted them gone and never intend to raise them again!!! My lovely marans though, definitely more of an issue.