And then there were three...

Our sick chook was dispatched last night. It was no longer able to stand, so it wasn't going to recover, and today was rubbish collection day, so we thought we should move it along. The kids were playing round the other side of the house when we did it - until Joanna wondered around and asked what we were doing. She wasn't upset at all - she actually thought it was a bit funny, so I had to tell her that it's not really funny to have to kill one of our chickens...