"xerxes" said Once again one has to ask, WTF is wrong with some people?
It's actually pretty normal. The Stanford Prison Experiment showed us that.
Once you see a person, or an animal as 'meat', it's very easy to treat them that way. Working in a slaughterhouse had it's toll, and one of them was a lack of simple compassion, for a time.
My pet chicken will celebrate ten years of living in safety and pampered comfort on July 29. She comes when she's called, she follows some simple verbal commands (like "Go in your cage" "In the house" and "On your spot") and she follows us around and will sit with us just to enjoy our company.
I just can't imagine being cruel to creatures that are capable of exhibiting more intelligence and love than the vermin that torture them.
My pet chicken will celebrate ten years of living in safety and pampered comfort on July 29. She comes when she's called, she follows some simple verbal commands (like "Go in your cage" "In the house" and "On your spot") and she follows us around and will sit with us just to enjoy our company.
I just can't imagine being cruel to creatures that are capable of exhibiting more intelligence and love than the vermin that torture them.
Wow, that's an old chick! Does she still lay eggs?
My grandparents raised laying hens and when I spent summers on their farm one of my duties was gathering eggs. Some of the hens were friendly enough to pet, which was a good distraction when checking the laying box they were in for eggs.
My pet chicken will celebrate ten years of living in safety and pampered comfort on July 29. She comes when she's called, she follows some simple verbal commands (like "Go in your cage" "In the house" and "On your spot") and she follows us around and will sit with us just to enjoy our company.
I just can't imagine being cruel to creatures that are capable of exhibiting more intelligence and love than the vermin that torture them.
Wow, that's an old chick! Does she still lay eggs?
My grandparents raised laying hens and when I spent summers on their farm one of my duties was gathering eggs. Some of the hens were friendly enough to pet, which was a good distraction when checking the laying box they were in for eggs.
Sweet Pea stopped laying eggs almost immediately after we adopted her. She was a stray that literally walked up to me at church and we took her home.
I figure that since game hens stop laying at about three or four years of age she may be as much as fourteen years old.
That must have been a sweet experience on the farm!
Once again one has to ask, WTF is wrong with some people?
It's actually pretty normal. The Stanford Prison Experiment showed us that.
Once you see a person, or an animal as 'meat', it's very easy to treat them that way. Working in a slaughterhouse had it's toll, and one of them was a lack of simple compassion, for a time.
My pet chicken will celebrate ten years of living in safety and pampered comfort on July 29. She comes when she's called, she follows some simple verbal commands (like "Go in your cage" "In the house" and "On your spot") and she follows us around and will sit with us just to enjoy our company.
I just can't imagine being cruel to creatures that are capable of exhibiting more intelligence and love than the vermin that torture them.
Sickening.
My pet chicken will celebrate ten years of living in safety and pampered comfort on July 29. She comes when she's called, she follows some simple verbal commands (like "Go in your cage" "In the house" and "On your spot") and she follows us around and will sit with us just to enjoy our company.
I just can't imagine being cruel to creatures that are capable of exhibiting more intelligence and love than the vermin that torture them.
Wow, that's an old chick!
My grandparents raised laying hens and when I spent summers on their farm one of my duties was gathering eggs. Some of the hens were friendly enough to pet, which was a good distraction when checking the laying box they were in for eggs.
Sickening.
My pet chicken will celebrate ten years of living in safety and pampered comfort on July 29. She comes when she's called, she follows some simple verbal commands (like "Go in your cage" "In the house" and "On your spot") and she follows us around and will sit with us just to enjoy our company.
I just can't imagine being cruel to creatures that are capable of exhibiting more intelligence and love than the vermin that torture them.
Wow, that's an old chick!
My grandparents raised laying hens and when I spent summers on their farm one of my duties was gathering eggs. Some of the hens were friendly enough to pet, which was a good distraction when checking the laying box they were in for eggs.
Sweet Pea stopped laying eggs almost immediately after we adopted her. She was a stray that literally walked up to me at church and we took her home.
I figure that since game hens stop laying at about three or four years of age she may be as much as fourteen years old.
That must have been a sweet experience on the farm!