Revenge at last

This is the conclusion of the first blog I ever wrote. It was about my poor unfortunate chicken Sleepy Kiwi. One day her foster children/grandchildren decided that she was annoying and murdered her. I was away at the time – mum said that when she buried her you could see her spinal cord poking out of her neck. Gross.
That is why I write this, today was the day when justice was done in chickendom. Yes; you guessed it, they got ‘the chop’.
When I told my little sister she jumped up and down singing a made up song about never having to feed the chickens again. I must agree with her, their hygiene standards have gone down heaps since Sleepy Kiwi died.
So we went out there stopping to watch at a safe distance. You never know what chickens might do when they are going to be ‘done in.’ the door to the chicken house was opened and the aptly named High Jumper bounced out. My little sister that happened to own her started to chase her. The chicken was behind a bush and my sister was on the other side. It was a real Frodo and the Cave Troll moment with my sister moving one way as the chicken moved the other.
We stood there making many profound statements as we watched dad attempting to catch a chicken. It took about three tries but he succeeded in the end.
I looked on with a feeling of justice and revenge as dad proceeded to chop the heads off the two white chickens that had murdered mine. Finally there is justice, the murders got their just deserts and from mums point of view it was their own dumb fault. They should have spent more time laying eggs than plotting murders. They really did let chickenhood down. Then it was the big roosters turn. When his head sort of half came off he jumped around like… well… like a headless chicken sort of reminding me of my big sister at times.
High Jumper was still at large though; my little sister was standing there watching her as she jumped from tree to tree. It was funny to watch. But she was finally caught and done away with.
My sister went inside looking rather upset. The rest of us stood by watching with mixed feelings. She was the last semi intelligent chicken; she took after her grandmother Sleepy Kiwi, poor thing.
They are now under earth in mum’s garden hopefully never to be dug up.
Ashes to ashes dust to dust and all that.
I can’t help but have a feeling of revenge though.
Death to the murderous foul gross unhygienic chickens!