Because my mom did not want to see or do the task, I did. I took the sickest chick, a brahma pullet, and gently wrapped her head in the corner of a plastic bag and hit her on the pavement. She wasn't in there long enough to sufficate or gasp or anything, just so I knew I got her head in there. I have three more to do tomorrow. Including my favorite, my little Kieran. I never though I'd have to kill someone I loved so much. I feel like a murderer...
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