If you were a chicken, what kind of a life would you want?
I bet you’d want to scratch around in the dirt for bugs and worms.
I bet you’d want a little space now and then.
Maybe if you lived your whole life on a factory farm
So crowded you can hardly move
and you can’t hear your own voice
above a thousand other voices
Maybe you wouldn’t know any better.
But I bet there would be powerful unmet urges,
And the knowing that something is very wrong.
How can we as humans not care?
How could I eat that curried chicken salad yesterday,
When I had said I was done eating chicken?
I am not perfect.
But today, I will do better.
This post was inspired by this article about Perdue Farms trying to do better.
Here are some baby chicks at God’s Whisper Farm where I attended a writer’s retreat:
And here’s a God’s Whisper Farm rooster. He might not look happy to us, but he takes his job of protecting his family seriously.

Photo by Ayla Likens
June 29, 2016 at 8:21 pm
If I was a chicken, I’d cross the road to get to the other side. It’s not that complicated, but people still keep seem to be asking why 🙂 Harlon
June 29, 2016 at 8:43 pm
Thanks for the comic relief, Harlon! 🙂 ❤
June 30, 2016 at 10:21 pm
Hahaha, Harlon! You are so right!
June 29, 2016 at 10:27 pm
If I were a chicken I’d want to be brave, not chicken.
June 29, 2016 at 11:05 pm
A brave chicken to chase away foxes and protect flock and maybe even have adventures!
June 30, 2016 at 10:23 pm
Yeah, I can’t eat chicken anymore unless I know it was a happy backyard chicken. I can’t stand the factories and what they to to them. The way they have to live. But, some restaurants have really good chicken salad. I’m not perfect either.
July 1, 2016 at 3:44 am
Thanks for the support, Mary. It was the curry in the chicken salad that got me this time.