Our friendly chicken, Little, who would follow you around the garden had become increasingly ill over the last month. Something wasn't right with her. Anti-biotics worked for a while, but she was still obviously not well, but she still enjoyed scratching around the garden, and a bit of apple. However, over the weekend she became slower, and in obvious pain. So today was a very sad trip to the vets. I stayed with her to the very end, saying my goodbyes. Some might say I'm a sentimental old fool. But we did the best for her, she had a longer, more free-range life than many chickens.