A rant about culling

I’m so annoyed with my family.

We have too many roosters. We have a lot of chickens, but two of the roosters out of four are greedy, violent assholes. I’m not saying this as a personal judgement but it’s just, I suspect, a combination of normal chicken stuff, bad breeding, and pure cussedness. They aren’t good for the flock or the farm.

And my mom REALLY wants them gone. But it’s going to be up to me to do the killing. She doesn’t want to do it, although she’ll help me. But it’s also the cleaning, and the prepping and I am WORN out right now. I have so much work to do for my actual job, too, and I’ve been procrastinating on it.

But also I’m partially just being selfish. I’ve only killed a few chickens by now, twice with help and one alone. I’m not so fussed on the killing, I just don’t want to do it badly. I have this weird impression in my brain that the last one I culled took a long time to die and was in a lot of pain, even tho I KNOW she was stunned and it only took a second.

Sorry, I just have to get this out and mom won’t listen. There’s no one else to talk to about it.