We butchered 2 of my roos today, and I'm not sure how I feel about it, when my dad and Grandma cut the first roosters head and lit him flop around and I just started balling my eyes out, this is the roo that spurred me this week and has been attacking me for months, and when He had stopped flopping around my Grandma came over and just lit me cry (she has raised chickens for years and had butchered many before) and said she was sorry and said that she knew he was my baby (I have had him since he was 2 days old) and then we butchered the second one who I felt even worse for, at one point he had been a sweetly and then had turned mean, I felt .... there was no turning back (there wasn't) and it was my fault.
Then we scaled them and once and I could watch that and I help pluck them and watched the gutting and was fine.
One of the thing that got me really ticked off was my brother (who hates my chickens) laughing while we butchered them and my dad did not get why I cred now and not when I killed my buck and that this guy had been my babies.
And one question after we had plucked them there where this little hair like things one them that when I asked my Grandma what they where she has no idea and said she just all ways burned them of?
Then we scaled them and once and I could watch that and I help pluck them and watched the gutting and was fine.
One of the thing that got me really ticked off was my brother (who hates my chickens) laughing while we butchered them and my dad did not get why I cred now and not when I killed my buck and that this guy had been my babies.
And one question after we had plucked them there where this little hair like things one them that when I asked my Grandma what they where she has no idea and said she just all ways burned them of?