Posts Tagged ‘chickens’

It’s a Wonderful World (for Chickens with Friends)

Monday, May 7th, 2012

From Jordan Wyatt, Dictator for Life of the Invercargill Vegan Society and Podcaster Extraordinaire of Coexisting With Nonhuman Animals comes this wonderful tribute to the birds with whom he lives. Seeing this video brings me both joy for witnessing these beautiful animals as well as simultaneous grief, knowing that so few of their species are allowed a natural environment, so few are recognized as individuals, so few are treated with any respect.

I love to watch how these Chicken Friends nestle in the bosom of Mother Earth. They seem at peace with one another and at home in their environment.  Do you suppose they know something we do not?

The Indecency of Eating Eggs: Industrial Waste

Monday, November 7th, 2011

Photo courtesy of Jordan Wyatt, Coexisting With Nonhuman Animals

Those beautiful, downy little newborn chicks, freshly hatched from their prenatal calcium carbonate home, are amazing beings. They come fully equipped with a most sensitive beak which will allow them to hunt for food, two strong legs with claws for scratching the earth, and a body full of tiny feathers which will eventually grow into beautiful plumage to protect the new little life from the elements. They have the ability to make the most pleasant chirping noises, so their mums may find them if they lose their way. They will have the ability to be aerodynamic, to live peacefully in community, and to be part of a family. They will require little on which to live, just a few things scratched from the earth and a humble kind of shelter. They are born into an hierarchy that may seem archaic through our anthropo-centric lens, but the paternal rooster looks after his flock and finds them food, calling to them, making certain they eat even before he does himself. The mother hen is protective of her brood; they stay close to her for warmth and safety.

The Brief Life of a Hatchling

Because some human decided to steal their eggs and lived to tell of the deed, billions of their brethren are snatched from their natural lifecycle and used in the cruel and profitable egg industry. The babies are hatched into plastic trays, without a mother to help them learn to grow, to talk to them, comfort them, and help them learn their place in the world. They are then put on an industrial conveyer belt, and anyone of them who is suspected of the crime of masculinity is tossed down an industrial chute, to become industrial waste. They are either sent to a mascerator that grinds them from life to lifeless mass, or puts them into a trash box where they slowly suffocate as more and more of their fellow roosterlings are tossed down the same chute. Imagine putting a puppy or a human infant into a wood chipper – this is what is happening to the newborn male chicks in the standard practice of the egg industry. This is happening to some of the most harmless and endearing creatures on earth, little downy beings that are often portrayed in the nurseries of our own infants, symbols of innocence, gentleness, and vulnerability.

The Waste of Industrial Farming

Any practice that includes the use  of others against their will, the theft of the infants of other species, condemnation to either a life in a toxic environment, continual assault on their bodily integrity, slaughter while fully conscious while hanging by their legs, or instant cruel and painful death as a brand new hatchling  –  any such complete disrespect should be condemned for what it is. It is an insult to the natural order and to all things decent.

 

“Why Do You Care So Much About Animals?”

Friday, October 1st, 2010

“Why do you care so much about animals?”

My four year old grandson asked me at the breakfast table: an earnest question, and no time to prepare an answer.

“Because I have come to see them, to know them. They have feelings.”

Unsaid: How could anyone not? Witnessing so much suffering by animals at the hands of human beings over the past few years, it just seems to grow. The respect for other forms of life, those less understandable, just keeps expanding. The traits I have come to appreciate: the beauty of an underwater mollusk, the grace of a deer, the leaping ability of the cat, the loving, friendly quality of the pig, the gentleness of a calf, the amazing abilities of an insect or a fish. There is so much graphic evidence about the mass extinction of animals that anyone who cares even slightly can now witness enough horror to become convinced. How could anyone not?

Ruby Roth, in her children’s book, That’s Why We Don’t Eat Animals, says, “When we treat animals respectfully, we practice world peace.”

Seeing Ourselves As Part of the Natural World

At the root, it is about how I see myself within the context of all other life in the universe. To truly practice peace, we must treat the earth with respect, too. We do what we can, recycling, composting, walking, living simply. We make mistakes, but we try. We do not see the earth as ours to use or dominate, but rather see ourselves as part of the earth, part of nature (no matter how destructive our species has become). Respecting animal life is about peace, absolutely. It is also about recognizing others, in various forms, and their right to life, too. It does not matter their size, whether a tiny bug or a gigantic whale, the life force that exists within each animal is significant.

I remember an argument I had with my father when I was very young. Arguing against my “sensitivity” towards animals, he asked me whether I thought the life of a cat was as important as the life of a human being. “To the cat or to the human?” I retorted.  He made a lot of money out of the blood and sweat of animals as owner of a racing stable of thoroughbreds. Growing up on the racetrack, one witnesses many unfair contracts. Many of those horses run their hearts out all their lives, then get sent off to slaughter when their bodies are no longer able to earn a profit — hardly an equitable exchange. My father’s entire family goes elk hunting every year – I witnessed that at three years of age. The uncles made us little kids stand by the dead animals; I thought it was horrifying. Still do.

Early Experiences with Knowing  Animals

Then there was my grandmother, who used to raise chickens. I heard stories about killing animals, how she used to drown kittens when they became too plentiful, as soon as they were born. I heard that she killed the chickens by wringing their necks. Those stories so horrified me that I was always a little afraid of this fierce slender woman with her charming Danish accent. Yet my own mother was more of a soft heart for animals. We seemed to rescue any number of cats and dogs over the years, and I can recall her becoming overwhelmed with tears when her little dog died. She even said yes to a little dog that was going to be euthanized, even though it fell far, far short of being as cute as my pleading friend promised it was. Those animals gave me someone to love, and they loved me back, at a confusing time I desperately needed someone to acknowledge me. Seems only fair that I would see animals in return, see them as persons, as individuals.

Yet it is only since I have become vegan that I see animals with new eyes. While my respect for all species has increased, so has my understanding of the injustice we human beings have unleashed against them. Why do I care so much about animals? Because we share in this life, together. Because of a yearning for peace, justice, ahimsa, nature, life. Because I have come to know them. Because I respect them. Because I continue to recognize my own speciesism and do my best to eradicate it. Because I want to see life on this planet continue and I want to see natural habitat preserved. And, because it is the right thing to do.

Cheep Shot — Podcast #003

Sunday, April 4th, 2010

  • Chickens are some of the most undefended creatures on the planet
  • Humane Slaughter laws do not include chickens
  • Jesus compared the attributes of a mother hen (Matthew 23:37 and Luke 13:34).
  • The Talmud uses the courtesy of a rooster to suggest how a man should behave towards his wife.

Podcast:

Chickens normally live from 8 to 11 years, with the oldest recorded chicken living 16 years. Yet in modern industrial production methods, male chicks only survive a single day, when they are sent down a chute to an industrial grinder or suffocated.  Birds raised for meat are also killed as young children, only 42 days old. But due to special breeding, their poor young bodies grow beyond the ability of their bones and internal organs to support them.  They take a step or two, then fall down.  They get so stressed in the overcrowded conditions in which they live that they self-mutilate and often peck one another, so their beaks get cut off to limit the damage, without any anesthetic. Their beaks are filled with sensitive nerves so they can find their food; their claws are designed for scratching in the dirt. But these birds never touch dirt and never see the sun. They are kept in enclosed warehouses, in the dark, until they are slaughtered. Then they are caught by grown men who have to empty the ammonia-soaked shed quickly to get them on the trucks. Many arrive with lesions, bruises, and broken legs.   The birds are given so many antibiotics that the bacteria become resistant. One woman who raised chickens, Carole Morison, (see Food, Inc.) reported that she became allergic to antibiotics.

Recently there has been a big push for free-range  or cage-free eggs, but there is no range and they are not free.  Cage-free only means that the birds are overcrowded into ammonia-soaked sheds that are filthy, dusty, and toxic.  They are usually slaughtered while children, at about a year.  Once they are removed from the shed, usually at night, they are transported on trucks without temperature control to their death.  Many die enroute due to hip dislocation and heart attacks; most have high levels of stress hormones in their bloodstream at the time of slaughter.

Disrespect for these animals is seen in the cheap price of their lives.  Next time you hear someone called “chicken,”  realize that this may in effect be unknowingly a compliment.  Gentle, fierce, courteous, protective and family-oriented, they are much more than “nuggets ” or “wings.”  Humans have much to learn from the other animal species.

Problems with Transportation of Chickens (COK)

Peter Singer – iTune University

Jordan Wyatt – Coexisting With Nonhuman Animals

Dan Cudahy – Unpopular Vegan Essays

AR Zone

Ben by The Jacksons on iTunes


Fall at Serenity Springs

Thursday, December 17th, 2009

For our November trip to Serenity Springs Animal Sanctuary, a couple of new critters had come and a couple had gone on to their final resting place. Our task was to build a chicken coop for the birds, so they can be kept safe at night from the predators that come around after dark.  The design was simple, with a walkway for Terry, the director of the sanctuary, to gain access to feed the birds and check on them. They will be free to run and peck around the property during the day, and will be safely inside their coop after hours.  According to the latest census, Serenity Springs now has: 90 pigs, 11 cats, 6 horses, 3 mini horses, 4 donkeys, 7 dogs, 1 goat and 2 steer.  Oh, and one human, Terry DeGaw, who keeps the whole thing operational.  She maintains an “open door” policy, so feel free to stop by for a visit.

One of the new residents is a cute but somewhat shy little gray and white pig; adorable, but still a little people-leary.  And a new dog arrived, too, a part border collie with the whitest white and blackest black shiny coat, Josie Mae. She couldn’t get enough attention and was content to follow the visitors around the property as they worked. Like many of the dumped or abandoned animals Terry rescues, she was in bad shape when she was discovered, but you would never know it to see her today, with her healthy, happy demeanor.

(more…)