The setup was okay.We skinned. We had a cone, a sink, a table, sharp knives, coolers. Could have been better, but not bad. I thought I was mentally prepared as I could be, since I did not grow up killing things for food. I watched videos over and over, studying the techniques, doing the research. Videos that made me sick the first time I watched them, I could watch without difficulty by the time we processed. I didn't look the birds in the eye, I barely looked at them at all today, if I could avoid it. I just didn't expect the crying out and the squirming. They were scared and they hurt and that really hurt me.
Yes they died as quickly as they could under the circumstances, I didn't cut windpipes, and by the end, the cuts were much better than the first, though none were terrible. I killed the first one and then my husband did about 8 and then he had to leave and myself and a friend did the rest. As one chicken that I had cut was dying and I was crying, my husband, having grown up on a farm, said it was the best I could expect for this type of a circumstance. He said no one likes to kill things, but this situation was ideal. He said it was the best I could hope for.
I am so grateful for everyone's kind responses. They make me feel better. I know this was better than what most store bought birds would have gone through. It's just hard when you're holding their head in your hand....especially the ones you get attached to like Gimpy. I just felt horrible and kept thinking, all this so I can eat chicken? My husband should have just done the killing, but he had to leave. He told me he has to go to some hard place when he does things like that and he really hates it. I think we'll be having someone else do it from now on. I wish I could say I got something positive out of the experience.
Again, thank you for your kind responses. I was afraid there would be criticism, but it sounds like many of you understand or can relate.