I officially culled my first rooster joining legions of many people before me, though it was one of the toughest things I had to do in a long time. He was a Rhode Island rooster the smaller of the two, and considering we had three roosters for 8 hens, it became an excessive amount with all the fighting going over over them, keeping them separated also became a tireless chore. The only choice was to cull and so I prepared for a whole week for this reading as much information as I possibly could on everything making sure I had everything perfect.
That very day I was prepared and hung him upside down on a tree. I had knives all set, and pots all ready. It took me about 15 minutes to finally get to it, I kept panicking as he kept looking at me, back and forth I wanted to then didnt then did. Eventually I finally did right below the jaw right through the skin, I could see him panick in fear or pain. I made two very very deep cuts and blood squirted all over me as I held his head down leaving a large puddle of blood. I could not stand to look at him, so I ran inside washed my hands and cried, like I have done so in years. I had never cried so hard in so long, it truly surprised me, I assumed id be perfect at this all tough and strong like a man. Im usually good with emotions, nothing really gets me. Im sure to have cried for 10 minutes before heading back to my dismay. The horrific part was he was still alive, blinking and just looking at me, I dont know how. Everything I have learned and done seemed right, I cut really deep and he bleed out a lot, yet there he was just staring at me I could see things contracting as if trying to breathe. I was filled with so much regret, and I panicked and grabbed some shears to finish the job. He then made his last movements.
I finally then spent time holding back my emotions to get the job done and finished processing it incredibly well for a first time, I was well prepared for that. Though I ended up packaging it up and giving it to my very close neighbor who I know enjoys good healthy meat, I knew I couldnt. Since having done the deed yesterday I still suffer from horrific moments here and there where I remember him looking at me with those eyes trying to breathe, to survive, live a life with many hens. I dont know I can ever do it again. So I ask is culling just for some and not others? I refuse to buy chicken from the store and enjoy it very much, but have not tried one from growing myself, but how can I do it again, knowing I still have one more rooster to process, I honestly dont think I can. And in November I will have to process threeTurkeys I bought for thanksgiving, I just never imagined this would happen to me. Im pretty strong but this, this is a first. I feel traumatized with fleeting moments of sadness of his death and regret.
Pics just before processing. His name was Kellogs.


That very day I was prepared and hung him upside down on a tree. I had knives all set, and pots all ready. It took me about 15 minutes to finally get to it, I kept panicking as he kept looking at me, back and forth I wanted to then didnt then did. Eventually I finally did right below the jaw right through the skin, I could see him panick in fear or pain. I made two very very deep cuts and blood squirted all over me as I held his head down leaving a large puddle of blood. I could not stand to look at him, so I ran inside washed my hands and cried, like I have done so in years. I had never cried so hard in so long, it truly surprised me, I assumed id be perfect at this all tough and strong like a man. Im usually good with emotions, nothing really gets me. Im sure to have cried for 10 minutes before heading back to my dismay. The horrific part was he was still alive, blinking and just looking at me, I dont know how. Everything I have learned and done seemed right, I cut really deep and he bleed out a lot, yet there he was just staring at me I could see things contracting as if trying to breathe. I was filled with so much regret, and I panicked and grabbed some shears to finish the job. He then made his last movements.
I finally then spent time holding back my emotions to get the job done and finished processing it incredibly well for a first time, I was well prepared for that. Though I ended up packaging it up and giving it to my very close neighbor who I know enjoys good healthy meat, I knew I couldnt. Since having done the deed yesterday I still suffer from horrific moments here and there where I remember him looking at me with those eyes trying to breathe, to survive, live a life with many hens. I dont know I can ever do it again. So I ask is culling just for some and not others? I refuse to buy chicken from the store and enjoy it very much, but have not tried one from growing myself, but how can I do it again, knowing I still have one more rooster to process, I honestly dont think I can. And in November I will have to process threeTurkeys I bought for thanksgiving, I just never imagined this would happen to me. Im pretty strong but this, this is a first. I feel traumatized with fleeting moments of sadness of his death and regret.
Pics just before processing. His name was Kellogs.