Well, here are the two little guys. I have them set up in a big crate and will be feeding them really good the next week or so: Purina flock raiser, with some catfish pellets, oats, and wheat. Lots of clean water, plenty of grit. They are fourteen weeks old now, and have lived a wonderful life with their mom and her flock since they were hatched. They're in a tractor and get fresh grass every day. Only taking them out of there today because they're finally old enough that they're fighting with their dad. I am pretty confident in my dispatching skills by now. When I invite a chicken for dinner it's very low key. They always come to me because I train them to come for treats. I pick them up one at a time and carry them off to dispatch them where the others can't see. They're never slung upside down or scared in any way. I think the way I slaughter them is as painless as dying can ever be, and a lot kinder than a coyote or hawk would be. I guess I'll just cowgirl up and do what I know needs to be done. Thanks, guys.
Edited to add: Even though it's kind of sad, I'll probably hatch out a few more silkie/cochin crosses next year just because I really suspect a cochin/silkie cross hen could hatch a chick from a rock.
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