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Wednesday, September 21, 2011

The Life Of A Battery Hen

I am a battery hen, and this is my story.
I was born just after my siblings - my two brothers, and my sister. We loved each other - we were a family, after all. But then our life was ripped apart.
My brothers were taken away. They were put in strange creatures with large 'wheels' and taken away, never to be seen again.
Then I grew up. My sister and I soon got separated from our mother, but we managed to survive. Each chicken - there were thousands in our factory - had a cage the size of an A4 piece of paper to live in.
The cage was hot and uncomfortable. There was no clean straw, and I was forced to stand up, twenty four hours, seven days a week. It was a hard life - no sleep, only eating small amounts of grain, drinking stale water and laying eggs. Eat, drink, lay, repeat. Eat, drink, lay, repeat...
My mother disappeared one day. I asked the chicken in the cage next door about it.
She answered sadly, "Your mother has grown old, little one. She is too old to lay any more eggs, so she must go."
I was relieved. "So - she's retired?" I pictured a retirement home like the humans talked about - pretty cottages with clean straw and open space.
The hen shook her head. "You don't understand, pet. She's gone."
"To the retirement home?" I persisted.
The hen hesitated before answering. "No, little one. To the abbatoir. To be turned into - into meat, pet."
I was shocked. My mother - my own mother! - who had slaved for these humans for all those years, and in return they kill her? For food? For them?
It was the hardest news I have ever had to understand. All our lives, we slave away in poor conditions, with no room to lie down, riddled with broken bones and diseases, laying eggs for our keepers - and what happens when we can't lay anymore? They send us off to our deaths, to our last minutes - which are spent hanging upside down on a conveyor belt.
I also realised that something else bad was happening. The people who bought the eggs we were forced to lay - they supported this cruel program!
Let us be free. Let us live.

Buy free range eggs, and support our rights. Don't support animal cruelty!
Or millions of other tiny chicks will grow up to live their life like me - in a cage, unable to see the sky...

1 comment:

  1. By the way, research also shows that free range chickens are up to 80% better for you.
    And the world.