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Feeling the Pull

I'm once again wishing for chickens. I'd like four or five, and a rooster. We're zoned for it, but it would take some doing to make them easily accessible and safe from the local carnivores.

I read an interesting article on PETA that made some good points but totally lost me as far as PETA goes. The woman who founded PETA thinks that "purebred human babies" are a vanity just like purebred dogs. I can't fathom what she means by that. She also thinks that racing Formula 1 cars is great, while eating meat is horrible. Obviously the planet as a living thing does not enter into PETA's mindset.

But it did have an entire section on what's done to chickens in order to make eggs, and it's not nice. Most chickens never see the light of day in their entire 6-week lives, living in bunkers that reek of the smell of their own wastes. Egg-producing chickens are treated even worse, starved to get them to lay more. Frankly, that's not a bad cycle to step out of. pirateguillermo and I talked about things we do to interrupt the waste stream (buying things that have less packaging, recycling and reusing everything possible including our household food scraps). I think this is much the same thing.

I like eggs, and I like chicken. I'm more than willing to take the responsibility of killing, cleaning and cooking my own food, but it would be nice to know that while it was alive, it had an actual life with sunshine and comfort and company.

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blythe025
Aug. 16th, 2005 09:16 pm (UTC)
My mom wants chickens, too. She loves chickens, and we have quite a lot of chicken parenphernalia around the house.

Actually, when we bought our old house we inherited a couple of chickens with it.

Then we brought the dog home.

We hopped out of the car--and there went the dog. And there went the chicken. The chicken survived that first encounter. But then we locked the dog in the garage for the day, and we didn't realise the chicken was in there, too.

We found the ribcage--and feathers. There were lots of feathers.

The other chicken ran away. Which was probably wise, considering.
junglemonkee
Aug. 16th, 2005 09:21 pm (UTC)
Did you actually *see* the other chicken run away? Frankly, they're not that smart. Your parents may have told you he joined the circus to make you feel better, but I'm deeply suspicious.
blythe025
Aug. 16th, 2005 10:11 pm (UTC)
Well, I was told that there were some wild chickens around there that the birdy joined up with. and it sounds plausible.

I was nineteen at the time, so I don't think my parents were still dealing with the need to protect my fragile mind.

Although, I don't think anyone in my family actually "saw" the chicken run away. It may have just disappeared one day. We didn't find a body though, either.