I tend to keep larger flocks...around 30 or so...so the decision is easier to make, as you become less attached to them as a whole. Now, I will admit that, tough cull Queen that I am, there are a few gals that "miss the cut" for awhile until I can no longer justify keeping them. I still have a Black Aussie that is going on 5 years old that has slowed down to nothing this winter....but....well...you know!
If I had small kids who had grown attached to a certain chicken(s), I would let them pick out one each to keep~make them care and feed them personally on a daily basis~ and agree to turn the others into food. Just having to do all the work to keep them may just decide the chicken's fate....few kids are into sustained pet care.
When you get a newer, younger flock, maybe they will find one of those they find adorable and you can slowly cull the older faves. It happens and kids are fickle...and sometimes you wind up owning a few very old and fat hens that are no Earthly good except to eat and act cute. For some people, that is enough to justify keeping them around.
In the end, all the favorite chickens die....everything dies one day. This too is a good lesson to children and helps them accept the inevitable truth of the fragility of all life. One can really turn such things into valuable lessons about human life spans as well, if you seize the opportunity. One can honor a bird by transforming them into a tastey meal or one can let them die and be worm food....either way they become food for another.
If I had small kids who had grown attached to a certain chicken(s), I would let them pick out one each to keep~make them care and feed them personally on a daily basis~ and agree to turn the others into food. Just having to do all the work to keep them may just decide the chicken's fate....few kids are into sustained pet care.
When you get a newer, younger flock, maybe they will find one of those they find adorable and you can slowly cull the older faves. It happens and kids are fickle...and sometimes you wind up owning a few very old and fat hens that are no Earthly good except to eat and act cute. For some people, that is enough to justify keeping them around.
In the end, all the favorite chickens die....everything dies one day. This too is a good lesson to children and helps them accept the inevitable truth of the fragility of all life. One can really turn such things into valuable lessons about human life spans as well, if you seize the opportunity. One can honor a bird by transforming them into a tastey meal or one can let them die and be worm food....either way they become food for another.