The hubs and I were chatting the other night. The subject of the chickens came up. Now when we purchased our gals we had every intention of allowing them to lay until they started tapering off then they would become dinner. This is why we bought Golden Comets, they are good layers and meat birds. I raised them from day old so I am attached but a chicken is a chicken. Don't get me wrong I love my gals but this is where our food comes from.
My thought is I don't have a personal relationship with my tomato, zucchini or bean plants so why should I have one with my chickens? After all this is the reason we got chickens was for eggs and meat, right? So then my hubs associated killing the chickens with killing the dog. No way, I won't eat my dog, besides it being illegal in the US, he is a Groenendael (read: hairy) I wouldn't want to shave him....
So now I have this dilemma, am I a heartless coldblooded killer? What is the difference between the chickens we raise here at home compared to one being raised on a farm? Is this an issue because we disassociate ourselves with the food we eat? Because the food at the supermarket or farm is already dead it couldn't have been someone's pet? I really don't know.
I don't expect my hubs to do the deed. I am either going to learn how to do it myself or try to find someone who will process them for me. We still have quite a while before we have to worry about this. Hmmmmm, maybe I am a coldblooded chicken killer?