My folks live in that there countryside.
You know - full of farms and wildlife and such like. For a while they kept chickens for a bit of recreation, free eggs and the like.

As animals do from time to time, one of them got ill. The folks separated her from the rest of the flock so that nothing would spread - did all the right sorts of things, but it became apparent that this chook was on a downward slope.

Dad didn't have it in him to wring the chicken (to be fair I doubt I would have either). Resulting in:

A visit to the vet,

In a farming community,

With a chicken,

To have it put down.

I'm not sure that he ever fully felt he could hold his head up high in the town after that.

EDIT Bonus points for completely failing to read the question, anyone?
( barryheadwound Mul-ti-pass? Multipass!, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 13:11, 19 replies)

I like this!
I think it should win - even though it's the antithesis of an answer.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 13:13, closed)

Yeah I only just read the actual sub-heading - I'd presumed MTFU would be about occasions where you needed to man up, rather than where you actually had.

( barryheadwound Mul-ti-pass? Multipass!, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 15:16, closed)

My dad killed my pet rabbit by smacking it over the head with a brick. I'm not even sure there was anything wrong with it.

( 2 Can Chunder Word to your mums, I came to prod bums, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 13:15, closed)

Dads are great aren't they?
My Dad was forever taking my temperature, I wasn't sick. I hated that rectal thermometer.
(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 13:18, closed)

My dad had one of those!
Massive great pink thing - awful.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 13:22, closed)

"Massive"
Thanks, lad.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 13:43, closed)

You have to be really careful with those in case the mercury leaks out and gives you AIDS

( 2 Can Chunder Word to your mums, I came to prod bums, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 13:44, closed)

We all could use a neighbour like that
God knows we need something to feel smug about.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 13:29, closed)

This to win.

( Pig Bodine., Tue 6 Aug 2013, 13:31, closed)

My grandad
always used to wring a chicken's neck for the pot each weekend, until he got too old to catch them. So he used a shotgun instead. Not a lot of meat left on a hen after it's been shot at close range with a shotgun
(Smale is stuffed, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 13:42, closed)

Did the injection interfere with the taste of the gravy on Sunday though?

( The Great Architect is still waiting for his account to be deleted on, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 14:01, closed)

I read this in the style of Lonnie Donegan's chewing-gum themed skiffle classic of yesteryear.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 14:34, closed)

your father sound shit
I'm so sorry for your loss
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 16:19, closed)