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Been there, done that.
Had 2 black d'Uccles with spraddle leg. Is it bad that I don't even get very sad any more? I just 'deal' with it and move on. I'm gentle, and I tell them why and all that. But I don't dread it the way I used to. That seems wrong...
I did that, and it TOTALLY did not work out for me. In retrospect, I should have just wrapped it in a towel and backed over it with the minivan. Instead, I wandered up and down the street trying to find a neighbor to help me. Of course I was sobbing unconrollably, was dirty from working in the coop, and looked scarily disheveled. The DH had taken ALL of the neighborhood men to a charity poker game, so there was no one to help...
I think backing over it would be creepy, and yet I pull, clamp and count to 100.
DH would do it for me, but he would expect some token of my gratitude.
They're my birds, so I do the deed.
We did the vinegar/baking soda thing for his chicken girlfriend when she became egg bound. Next time I do a larger bird I'll try the dry ice method, sans explosion.
