Our sick chicken didn't make it. I'm not sure what caused it to be sick, but she seemed miserable. I'm relieved, it felt like a sad thing to keep her alive any longer. The chickens aren't exactly pets to us on the level of our dog, but I am still fond of them. And I was a little sad at the passing.
What surprised me was how much my kids really didn't care. I mean, they were nice about it, but definitely were not sad. I guess when you eat a couple chickens, it sort of puts those animals in a whole separate class. Also, they are young. Molly told me, "when I was a chicken, I died too."
So long Big Red.
And then there were three.