I am probably the world's biggest coward when it comes to killing anything. I make my husband do the dirty work. We also have 25 Cornish X. The plan was to butcher them next weekend when they are about 11 weeks old and there would be plenty of help on hand. We like big roasters. Anyway, yesterday when I went out to feed, I noticed one was having trouble walking. A lot of trouble walking. His legs wouldn't support him anymore. He wasn't going to make it to butcher day. I was here all by myself. Brother and hubby were out of town. The choice was that this nice plump chicken was going to end up either in the dumpster or the freezer and it was up to me to decide which. I opted for the freezer. Next I had to figure out how I, the wuss, was going to kill it. An axe was out of the question. But I did have a pair of LARGE pruning shears. Regular limb loppers. I managed to tie the poor chicken's legs together with baling twine and hang him up. I used the limb loppers to sever the head. I got the head off before either me or the chicken quite knew what was happening. He hardly even twitched. I let him bleed out and then dunked him in the kettle of water I had put on to heat beforehand. I did manage to get a good scald on him and the feathers came off easily. I had printed out some step-by-step instructions on how to eviscerate a chicken. I read a few lines, did what it said, and then proceded to the next step. Wasn't long before I had a clean naked chicken in the fridge. I was surprised. I never thought I had it in me. If I can do it, anybody can!!