Last night we were caging up the surplus cockerels and occassional old hen in prep for butcher day (today!)
My 15yo and 12yo sons were apologizing to each one that we could not keep them all, and then telling them what nice drumsticks and breast meat they had.
It was weird and surreal. But ok too, somehow. Very strange.
The local Amish butcher the birds for far less than I could (they have a system, extra hands and all the right equipment), so I have no qualms about taking them there to be done any more than I would buying a quilt rather than making one. My family enjoys the raising and the eating, and the processing gets done humanely. The Amish are paid for the service they provide. Every thing seems as fair as it can be.
Some think it makes me a dishonest meat eater if I cannot kill my own, but I cannot sew as efficiently as others either. Yet I still wear clothes (Thankfully).
I guess I am rambling that everybody is going to have their own opinion about what is "right", "Civilized", "appropriate", "barbaric".
You need not care for their good opinion.