When I was younger, we had about 30 or so turkeys, that we raised. Then came the day that they had to be buthered. I was about 10 or so at that time. My grandfather was given 10 to process, and we made the trip to his house to do the deed there. My grandfather had to explain, as i got teary eyed. He told me that there was no need to cry, that they had a good life, and were well taken care of, and it was just how it was. Still.......it sent shivers down my spine when i would hear the knife slice....blugh......made my fillings hurt LOL

I thought it might have felt the same as when i cut myself with a knife, and you feel the stinging burn. But he assured me, it was quick and they didnt feel a thing. As I nodded my head, and assured him I understood, all he said was..."alright then, lets get to it." With a pat on the head we started.
I was in charge of holding the turkeys wings to keep them in place over the wheel barrow they hung above while they bled out...which by the way is extremely hard to do without braking a wing or 2.
As I get older, i realize what he meant, and what my father meant. I plan on butchering my roos this fall, and my mother says I wont be able to do it after i have raised them from chicks, but i beg to differ. I still have compassion for my flock, roos or not, but when the time comes, they will have provided my family with good food. Period. I have given them to, a good life, love, and affection. Few people understand this.