Humane chicken death

humane chicken death

Yesterday we slaughtered a rooster.  We had two roosters and 7 hens, and really only need one.  Our farmlet was Crownos’ third home, after he got too aggressive with other birds on his last farmlet.  For a few months he was just fine here, watching over his two hens and guarding their pen.  But as time went on, he became more aggressive to me and to the kids.  I became very wary of hanging my laundry out to dry because he would body slam my legs.  Little A would come running to me crying because he was chasing her, and he pecked R once pretty hard and drew blood.  Once we discovered that our pullet Beulah was a cockerel, we made the decision that Crownos would have to go in the stew pot. Continue reading “Humane chicken death”