Ive been raising chickens for several years now and hatching them with great success, but. On many occasions I have had a chicken with legs spraddled out or in or up and Ive done all I know to do and all I can find out to do. Even made a sling for one who grew up without ever taking a step. I spent more time on that baby than I did the 40 others that ran around my ponderosa. I stopped doing that. This last batch I had, one was more twisted up than I have ever seen. I did the band aid thing, I helped it to eat, drink and I wore myself out worrying about this little thing that I probably caused by some shift in humidity or whatever to be crippled. I took it to the garbage can and with a pair of very sharp scissors I quickly with one quick clip, took its head off. There was no crying, there was no suffering. I just quickly ended this battle of life and death and the back breaking battle to help it live. Instead I helped it die. And Im proud of me. What do you think?