My meat chicks are seven weeks old, so I need to pack them up and take them to be processed.
Processed is such a nice word, isn't it? Rolls off the tongue so much easier than "killed and plucked and eviscerated."
I'll be taking them later today or this weekend.
you'll excuse the pun, I trust?
and decided to keep them as "pets", their health would take a dramatic, steep decline and they would live only a few more miserable days or weeks before dying painfully and uncomfortably.
So this is a mercy killing.
I am the Dr. Kavorkian of chickens.
Aren't I the kind and compassionate soul?
Here are a few pictures of them. One of those death montages like they play at the Academy Awards every year where you say to your partner "I thought he died like five years ago."
Cutest things EVER!
Here are the Cornish Rocks and their brothers of fate, the packing peanuts cockarels, at about one to two weeks old.
Cutelittlechickensay WHAT?
Time to say goodbye to nursery school and start mixing in with the big girls.
And here they are today with their Big Girl Panties on. See how much faster they've grown than the peanuts? They share the same birthday.
The peanuts have a couple more months to live before they go under the knife.
Eat, chickies, eat! You need some more meat on your bones.
Literally.
That was some chicken humor in bad taste, is what that was.
And you can only get that right here, folks.
Anyway, goodbye little chickies. Hope you enjoyed your short little lives, and that I was a good caretaker. Thanks for feeding me and my family. May your souls rest in peace.
Yes, I'm dramatic, I know all about it.
You can blame my mother.
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In case you didn't know it, I'm like the queen of blog-hoppin' lately. It's kind of like square dancing but without the dated outfits, smelly gym, and elderly caller.
Here's the schedule I keep:
Monday: Homestead Revival's Barn Hop, Natural Living Mamma's Natural Living Mondays, The Chicken Chick's Clever Chicks, A Cat-Like Curiosity's Monday Mantras, Ponder Wonder's Soul Food Monday and @ Home Take 2's Mom's Monday Mingle
Tuesday: Heavenly Homemaker's Gratituesday, Crafty Garden Mama's Tuesday Greens, and The Wrinkled Mommy's Tuesday Archive Link-Up
Wednesday: My Life and Kids Finding the Funny, Tilly's Nest's Down Home, and Crafty Spices Wordless Wednesday
Thursday: A Rural Journal's Rural Thursday Blog Hop, and Two In Diapers' Mommy Brain Mixer
Friday: Deborah Jean's Dandelion House's Farmgirl Friday, Fresh Eggs Daily's FarmGirl Friday, Little Becky Homecky's Fantabulous Friday, @Home Take 2's Weekend Blog Walk, and Oh So Amelia's Friday Chaos
Saturday: Camera Critter's Life With Dogs Pet Blogger Hop, and Tutus and Tea Parties' Pinteresting Party.
Since today is Friday, that means I'm linking up today's post with Deborah Jean's Dandelion House's Farmgirl Friday, and Fresh Eggs Daily's FarmGirl Friday; "Re-Using Dry Erase Boards" with Little Becky Homecky's Fantabulous Friday; "Daylight Savings" with @Home Take 2's Weekend Blog Walk, and Oh So Amelia's Friday Chaos.
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