Ok, so I had 2 chicks I was sure would croak by now. I gave all the chicks to a broody. She rejected the one, and it died.
The second has been SORTA rejected, but is still alive. (its poor little legs don't work, so it seems to hide/get stuck by the water dish)
Anywhoo, since we are going to San Diego, I needed to move broody and chicks into the brooder with the bigger chicks. I really, really, really don't want my chicken-sitter to have to deal with dead baby chicks, all flattened and stuff. So I'm like, "OK. TIME TO MAN-UP AND PUT THIS CHICK DOWN!!!"
But I couldn't do it, since the chick is all bright-eyed and stuff. Healthy, but its legs don't work...
So I call over the chicken-killing, turkey-eviscerating dog. "CHEVY!!! Hey, ya big pansy! Eat this!"
and he was all, "Meh. I got stuff to pee on. Get someone else to do your dirty work."
....
Someone help me get tough.