In order to make room for the new chickens, we had to (ahem) "retire" the old ones. We all knew this day was coming, and that this was "fulfilling the measure of their creation", but it was still difficult for me. I'm glad they had a good life, not like battery cage chickens.
My sweet Mister took care of everything, making sure I didn't see anything that would be upsetting. He came and told me after that he vocally thanked each chicken for providing us food before killing it, which made me feel better.
The boys wanted to see them (after they were plucked and cleaned) and were surprisingly not upset- although they thought it was gross. We talked about how we were so grateful to the chickens for giving us eggs and now meat. I think it's good for them to see where their food comes from.
Mr. Gordon, Fred, Mario, and Little Jerry all seem to be doing well, and as far as we can tell, are all hens (although we're not so sure about little jerry (which is especially funny if you're a seinfeld fan)). They are getting huge and are really hard to feed in the pen in the garage, because when you take the top off the fly up at you. It's a little scary, and I've thought about wearing safety goggles (my eyes! my eyes!).
They'll be thankful for the larger pen out in the fresh air and sunlight.