One of my little ones (2-3 weeks old) was flopping over on one side this morning, couldn't eat and drink, etc. So, rather than waiting and seeing and probably watching it die slowly (and risk something spreading to the others) I culled it out.
This is usually not a big deal. I don't like it -- at all -- but I can do it. The problem is apparently I've never culled such a little chicken before, because rather than breaking its neck I *pulled its head off*.
I am so darn grossed out. The chicken hit the floor (in two spots) and I hit my knees in front of a toilet. It's not the headless chicken dance that bothered me, it was the feel of the skin ripping.
...Blergh.
I'm sorry -- I don't mean to be morbid or whatever, but I had to get that out of my system SOMEWHERE, adn you guys are the only ones I can think of that would even begin to be able to tolerate it.
This is usually not a big deal. I don't like it -- at all -- but I can do it. The problem is apparently I've never culled such a little chicken before, because rather than breaking its neck I *pulled its head off*.
I am so darn grossed out. The chicken hit the floor (in two spots) and I hit my knees in front of a toilet. It's not the headless chicken dance that bothered me, it was the feel of the skin ripping.
...Blergh.
I'm sorry -- I don't mean to be morbid or whatever, but I had to get that out of my system SOMEWHERE, adn you guys are the only ones I can think of that would even begin to be able to tolerate it.