One day last November Ryan brought home 20 baby chicks. He had hatched a bunch of eggs for a friend, who turned around, bought his own incubator and hatched his own. So we adopted Ryan's batch. Over the last couple of months, we've lost a few. In the end, we had about 13 chickens to keep our other 4 company. But, seeing as we already had a rooster, Ryan decided the 7 boy chicks had done enough growing.
And so, Saturday was the official Rooster Massacre day. Elizabeth thought it was very interesting. Ryan didn't allow Elizabeth to watch the death, but she was very curious about everything else.
Halfway though the process, Emma came out to see how it was going. Elizabeth was being tutored by her father about body parts at the time, so she held up a heart to show her sister. "Look, Emma, it's squishy!"
At that point, Emma ran into the house crying. She has decided she will never ever ever want to do anything with "guts."