- Dec 27, 2001
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I went down to the basement to do some laundry. The cats hang out down there and occasionally have guests over. I wasn't too surprised when a random grey cat bolted out of the back room. I was brought back to memories of me running from a girl's house when her father/boyfriend/husband suddenly arrived. I was standing there smiling and in a daydream when I heard the clucking. Clucking means chickens, but why would there be....and there she was. A medium sized brown chicken wandering around the basement. I had saw her a few times in the yard trying to find food under the 2 feet of snow. When I saw her before, she was moving very slowly and obviously wasn't healthy. Now she is browsing around the basement trying to find the cat food stash. Now I am already supporting 2 cats and their guests. I can only assume that a chicken would eat a considerable amount of cat food if I kept the chicken for sheer amusement purposes. I decided that I couldn't feed the chicken and tried to chase it outside. It wasn't about to go back out into the cold, so I decided it was time to end it.
I went upstairs to grab a gun. The only ammo on hand was either 12 guage slugs or 270 rifle bullets. I wasn't interested in cleaning chicken innards off the wall and ceiling the rest of the night, so I grabbed the BB gun. I went back down to the basement and pursued the chicken around the ping pong table a few times trying to get him cornered. I took a couple shots that hit her, but only irritated her. I knew that a close shot was going to be needed to put an end to the game. Somehow it ended up between the washer and dryer, so I popped off a shot that hit it straight in the head. It started getting back up, so I put another in just to make sure. She went down but was still twitching and breathing. Fuck, I hate to see animals suffer. I grabbed a jack handle and bopped her in the head a couple times. She was still moving! I know that chickens can run after their heads are cut off, but she seemed to still be breathing. I knew she had to be seriously hurting, so I had to take drastic measures. I grabbed her shoulders with one hand, head with the other and twisted. Their heads can go pretty far around as it is, so it took some doing to finally finish her off. I put her in a garbage bag set her outside to deal with later.
I know it sounds cruel, but she would have starved to death outside. I wasn't going to feed her and have her shitting all over the place. I tried to do the most humane thing I could in that situation.
I went upstairs to grab a gun. The only ammo on hand was either 12 guage slugs or 270 rifle bullets. I wasn't interested in cleaning chicken innards off the wall and ceiling the rest of the night, so I grabbed the BB gun. I went back down to the basement and pursued the chicken around the ping pong table a few times trying to get him cornered. I took a couple shots that hit her, but only irritated her. I knew that a close shot was going to be needed to put an end to the game. Somehow it ended up between the washer and dryer, so I popped off a shot that hit it straight in the head. It started getting back up, so I put another in just to make sure. She went down but was still twitching and breathing. Fuck, I hate to see animals suffer. I grabbed a jack handle and bopped her in the head a couple times. She was still moving! I know that chickens can run after their heads are cut off, but she seemed to still be breathing. I knew she had to be seriously hurting, so I had to take drastic measures. I grabbed her shoulders with one hand, head with the other and twisted. Their heads can go pretty far around as it is, so it took some doing to finally finish her off. I put her in a garbage bag set her outside to deal with later.
I know it sounds cruel, but she would have starved to death outside. I wasn't going to feed her and have her shitting all over the place. I tried to do the most humane thing I could in that situation.
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