I killed one rooster today. I didn't cry (yet) but I ended up having to have someone else cut the head off. I had tried to do the killing cone and slit the throat myself but it didn't seem like it was bleeding out very well so we decided to cut off the head. *Note to self: be sure your tools are insanely sharp, brand new doesn't mean squat* I was shocked by how little blood there was and the consistency of it. Once that was done though I didn't look at it like my baby any longer, it was just dinner in funny packaging. I didn't want to pluck so I skinned it, but even that didn't go as planned and I had to pluck a little bit. I may just pluck the next ones. The only bad part after that was one moment when I turned it over and some air squeezed out the windpipe and made a chicken noise. Not cool. So the wings were the toughest part to skin. Then removing the innards went fine. When all was finished I felt so amazing standing there looking at my bird. It was a proud moment. I have 2 more to do, but as it's about 94* outside, I think I'll wait until tonight.