This is probably one of the worst things, that we, as the responsible chicken person, must take on. The more one incubates, or the more birds one has, one must realize that there are times when we must take that role. That awful role of -- to kill or not to kill. It is a sad day for us when we must take that life, but such a necessary one sometimes. One must be responsible and understand that this is part of life, the ugly side, but it is there.
I have found in the past that there will always be at least one in an incubation that must see the terminal of life. It is sad to say, and sickens me to my soul when I look at this little one, that only wants to live, and I know that it cannot. For many different reasons, mostly for the comfort of it living a happy and healthy life.
I have performed different methods of disposing of life with young chicks, drowning was my first experience. It was slow, more painful for me than the chick I would think, but it was not a way to die, in my mind.
I read about cervical dislocation. That can be breaking of the neck or removal of the head.
I tried what I thought would be a simple cervical dislocation. I took that baby chick in one hand and tried to dislocate the neck. The neck of a newborn baby chick is not very strong, I found that out, and I cried and I cried and I cried. The head popped right off in my other hand. Sigh....But it was fast, so fast.
This is the method that I use for ending the life of a baby, and with each time I do this, it actually does become a little more simple. Well, at least I don't shed tears now, I give a blessing in my mind for the soul of this baby to be happier than the life that it would have had here on earth, with each baby I do this thing.
If you are squeamish, please do not read further.
My experience will help some people to find a nice and clean way to take care of what sometimes, plain and simply, must be done, not nice, but must be so.
I have a small bucket. Within that bucket I have placed a plastic shopping bag that hangs over the edge. You know, like we do for our garbage pails. Within that shopping bag I have an opened zip lok baggie. I bring the chick to that baggie, face the head downwards and with the other hand, pull off the head, the head falls into the baggie. The body (sigh....oh this is such an awful deed to do) is in my left hand, I am right-handed. As soon as the head falls, I drop the body into the baggie, grab that baggie so there is no flopping around. Every chick that I have had to perform this awful thing to, only flops for no more than about 12 seconds -- I know -- I have counted how long I must hold this poor little one in the baggie in my hand. I then seal the baggie and dispose of it in a proper manner. There is no mess. The baggie is sealed tightly, so there is no smell.
I know that there will be many more times that I will have to perform this thing to the young baby, so I become every time I must do this, more emotionally prepared.
I know that I only cull the ones that do not have a chance to have a happy and healthy life. To me a happy, painless life is better to live, than to let a chick live in pain, with the hope that something that will never be right or painfree will live on.
That is me, a tough love, but such a necessary and sad tough love. All have a most beautiful day, full of happiness, love, health, CynthiaM.
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