lunachick...As of now I am planning on culling them myself. That may change. I know of a place about 15 minutes away that will cull them, dress them, clean them, USDA inspect them, and vaccuum pack them for a price. I'm not sure how much, but if it isn't too costly, I may just have them do it. That way, I can sell some (since we'll have so many extra) since they've been inspected. If its too costly for the number I have, then I will do the deed, when time, myself as the DH will most likely not be here to help. Oi...

it was a great lesson for my daughter in where food REALLY comes from. I think it's terribly sad how many people are so removed from their food. Even if it's not overly prepared and processed, it comes from hundreds of thousands of miles away by truck, on a little styrofoam tray.
stacyneil....Here! Here! I couldn't agree more. I was beginning to feel like a fool for even posting here. Thank you for letting me know I'm not the only "weirdo" that will eat an animal I have raised.
However, I am not a cruel person, and I do have a heart. Thats why I am distancing myself from the Cornish. I dont think of them as cute little fuzzy chicks, and I dont hold them or cuddle them. I feed them, and they eat. They run from my hands, and thats the way I want it. If I am not attached, it will be easier to do when it comes time to do it.
Originally, we were going to get some geese, but then DH said we would be eating them, and I couldnt bare the image of culling a goose. So...no geese. I dont think of geese of being bred for eating though, whereas some people might.
We all have our own opinions and our own ways of doing things. I dont think of myself as a "proper" farmer either, since I have named our hens and do enjoy sitting on the lawn with them on my lay and cooing to me. I ADORE my ChickenDuck! No doubt about that! He is THE sweetest roo I've ever had chance to know, and he will NEVER have a place on our table (though I may joke that if he's mean, into the pot he goes, or something like that. We could never eat him, really.) but if I had to cull him to keep him from hurting someone, himself, or to end his pain I would do it in a heartbeat, crying my eyes out the whole time. So I guess I'm not "proper" on farming either.
I love keeping chickens. I love sitting there listening to my boys strangled screachy new crows and laughing while I crow back to encourage them. My neighbors driving by must think I'm crazy!
BUT....on the other side of that coin is the knowledge that I have accepted that these animals are here for food purposes. Love them I do, but to a point.
Its knowing where to draw the line thats hard. Some cant do it at all, some choose not to, and some have no problem doing it. Me, I fall somewhere in the middle. I know where to draw it, and do draw it, but I do it heavy-heartedly and looking the other way. Does that make sence?
I dont want you guys to think I hate my chickies! I adore them! 'Specially my ChickenDuck! Thats my Boy! But, I do see the line and I walk it very carefully.
stacyneil....Here! Here! I couldn't agree more. I was beginning to feel like a fool for even posting here. Thank you for letting me know I'm not the only "weirdo" that will eat an animal I have raised.
However, I am not a cruel person, and I do have a heart. Thats why I am distancing myself from the Cornish. I dont think of them as cute little fuzzy chicks, and I dont hold them or cuddle them. I feed them, and they eat. They run from my hands, and thats the way I want it. If I am not attached, it will be easier to do when it comes time to do it.
Originally, we were going to get some geese, but then DH said we would be eating them, and I couldnt bare the image of culling a goose. So...no geese. I dont think of geese of being bred for eating though, whereas some people might.
We all have our own opinions and our own ways of doing things. I dont think of myself as a "proper" farmer either, since I have named our hens and do enjoy sitting on the lawn with them on my lay and cooing to me. I ADORE my ChickenDuck! No doubt about that! He is THE sweetest roo I've ever had chance to know, and he will NEVER have a place on our table (though I may joke that if he's mean, into the pot he goes, or something like that. We could never eat him, really.) but if I had to cull him to keep him from hurting someone, himself, or to end his pain I would do it in a heartbeat, crying my eyes out the whole time. So I guess I'm not "proper" on farming either.

I love keeping chickens. I love sitting there listening to my boys strangled screachy new crows and laughing while I crow back to encourage them. My neighbors driving by must think I'm crazy!

Its knowing where to draw the line thats hard. Some cant do it at all, some choose not to, and some have no problem doing it. Me, I fall somewhere in the middle. I know where to draw it, and do draw it, but I do it heavy-heartedly and looking the other way. Does that make sence?
I dont want you guys to think I hate my chickies! I adore them! 'Specially my ChickenDuck! Thats my Boy! But, I do see the line and I walk it very carefully.