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I am the same way - when I've had to get rid of coons I sit next to the cage until they calm down somewhat and are still enough I feel I can dispatch with one well-placed close-range shot. Sometimes I sit there for quite awhile. Then I always cry a little bit after. Taking any life is never fun, although very necessary at times.
Since I'm kind of depressed anyway, I'll tell you: All the little baby turkens died. I think I killed them by putting DE in their bedding - I probably got too much in there. There's nothing sadder than a handful of dead chicks.
And the sun is not out.
And it's not Friday yet...
But on the bright side, you still have all of those arm wrestling trophies and the memories of winning them!
Some things never die!
Sorry you lost the chicks but I am sure we can find you more. We are good that way!
I have decided to rename one of your hens. Edith will stay the same, but I can't handle Agnes.
Painful memories of the meanest teacher that the devil ever had in his army.
I decided to change her name when she spilled all of her food and water in the space of five minutes. Then she laughed about it.
Anyway, henceforth they will be known as Edith and Watereth!
Oh I gave them some shiny new bling which they are wearing proudly.
In a few days I am taking them to mixer where they can meet some of the boys.
