I planned to cull two cockerels this weekend and I got brave and culled three. I HATE killing anything. This morning I crated the three rapists that were terrorizing my few free range laying hens. I left two others that had been exhibiting courting behaviors (even though they would join in the chase with the three rudest cockerels). My yard was so much more peaceful today. If I had any doubts about culling, the peace today dispelled them. I hope the two I have left are nice tempered so I can finally cull the nasty rooster I have. If they aren't, they go in the pot, too. I have another three cockerels that are almost four months old, so surely there are two nice birds I can replace the nasty bird with.
I didn't think about it and I didn't plan it. I knew I wanted to do two cuts, one on each carotid artery. I've only had the courage to cut one side before and I don't like it. While one carotid artery bleeds, the other pumps blood into the brain so they take longer to die. I managed to just do it. I used a lot more force on the cut than I've ever used and did both sides. I was much happier with how they died.
Cleaning them was a bit of a challenge because I had carpal tunnel release surgery on both hands four weeks ago. They were older than I would have liked--7.5 months. They sure weren't as hard to clean as the 11 month old cockerels I did last February.
I skinned them as I've done with all the birds I've done. One day I'll pluck them.
How tough will these birds be? They were Ameraucanas from an exhibition breeder, very slow to mature. Only two of the four pullets the same age are laying.
I'm not a happy girl tonight. I can't get rid of that smell even though I've showered and scrubbed.