2ndTink
Crossing the Road
- Aug 23, 2020
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I accidently bought a CX this summer with 2 other chicks, she was unlabeled and the guy at the store didn't know what she was and I had been wanting a white chicken so the flock would be easier to spot while free ranging. We quickly figured out she wasn't a "normal" chick, but we had already named her so we spent literally up until this week going back and forth between keeping her and butchering. Every date we picked to butcher her, something would come up and we wouldn't have time. She laid an egg last week so that put an end to the butcher conversations and we decided she was going to live out her life until her quality of life decreased. She was a big happy girl and the RIR and BR she was raised with would always come back by her side to hang out.
That all came to an end on Monday when I checked on the chickens at lunchtime she wasn't able to stand up, I'm not sure what happened, if she tripped and hurt her legs or just finally couldn't lift herself. I made sure she got food and water several times that afternoon but didn't see any improvement in her. We won't let an animal suffer so the next morning since she was still unable to stand we went ahead and processed her. She had bruising in her hocks, nothing broken, but I know we made the right decision. She dressed out at 9 3/4 pounds.
We did pretty much the opposite of every rule for raising a chicken to eat, she was named, handled, spoiled, and photographed, she lived a good life though
Long story short, we enjoyed our adventure with Marshymallow, but if we ever do meat chicks on purpose we will definitely do things differently when raising them.
That all came to an end on Monday when I checked on the chickens at lunchtime she wasn't able to stand up, I'm not sure what happened, if she tripped and hurt her legs or just finally couldn't lift herself. I made sure she got food and water several times that afternoon but didn't see any improvement in her. We won't let an animal suffer so the next morning since she was still unable to stand we went ahead and processed her. She had bruising in her hocks, nothing broken, but I know we made the right decision. She dressed out at 9 3/4 pounds.
We did pretty much the opposite of every rule for raising a chicken to eat, she was named, handled, spoiled, and photographed, she lived a good life though

Long story short, we enjoyed our adventure with Marshymallow, but if we ever do meat chicks on purpose we will definitely do things differently when raising them.