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.