Hey, guys. I'm not sure if I chose the right forum or not, but I need to hash this out with people who may understand.
I have my first flock this summer. We ended up with 3 roosters, but they all were getting along fine with each other so it wasn't a problem. Then, in the last couple of weeks, Frankie was getting pretty aggressive. Not towards the other chickens, but anyone who came in the pen. I was ok, he respected my dominance, but he would go after anyone else. We even had company playing in the yard and he got out and went after the little girl.
Obviously that is unacceptable. My son and I decided to cull. We had never done anything like it before so we read up on all the info we could find. We went for it. I'm not ashamed to say that I chickened out and my hubby had to swing the hatchet. Once that was done, the skinning and everything went well and I had no problems. Definitely my first time, but meat wise it was fine.
My problem is that for the last 24 hours I've felt horrible. I feel like I just killed him. Duh! Of course we killed him. I know I made a mistake by naming him and falling in love. My brain knows that chickens are meat. My brain knows that we're allowed to, even supposed to, butcher and eat them. But my heart feels bad.
I had never hunted anything or butchered anything and I just need to hear from someone who has done it before.
Am I a horrible person? Will this feeling go away?
I have my first flock this summer. We ended up with 3 roosters, but they all were getting along fine with each other so it wasn't a problem. Then, in the last couple of weeks, Frankie was getting pretty aggressive. Not towards the other chickens, but anyone who came in the pen. I was ok, he respected my dominance, but he would go after anyone else. We even had company playing in the yard and he got out and went after the little girl.
Obviously that is unacceptable. My son and I decided to cull. We had never done anything like it before so we read up on all the info we could find. We went for it. I'm not ashamed to say that I chickened out and my hubby had to swing the hatchet. Once that was done, the skinning and everything went well and I had no problems. Definitely my first time, but meat wise it was fine.
My problem is that for the last 24 hours I've felt horrible. I feel like I just killed him. Duh! Of course we killed him. I know I made a mistake by naming him and falling in love. My brain knows that chickens are meat. My brain knows that we're allowed to, even supposed to, butcher and eat them. But my heart feels bad.
I had never hunted anything or butchered anything and I just need to hear from someone who has done it before.
Am I a horrible person? Will this feeling go away?