I killed one of mine and tried to eat it and I felt like the worst person in the world. I had to get rid of him and I figured that since I was eating chicken that was tortured and grown inhumanely, I should at least eat chicken that I grew myself in good conditions and good food. But when I saw him on my plate, I ate my tears instead and decided to never kill one of my own again. I also decided that day I would begin to eat less meat in general because we don't need so much protein anyway and if I can't eat a kindly raised chicken, I shouldn't be eating the tortured animals who aren't even healthy for me because of what they are fed (or aren't fed). I made the mistake of naming the all when I brought them home and even with a generic name like "triplet 1" "triplet 2" etc, I just can't do it.