Schlagwort: Factory Farming

The brave Chick

Every day I had to walk past this barn. It was actually a stable, even if the halls were more reminiscent of factory buildings. It would also fit better. In it rearing happened as production. I was allowed to see it once. Chickens that were only a few weeks old were crammed together with no space. As babies, when they were delivered, the hall looked spacious, but they had been bred to grow as fast as possible. They reach their slaughter weight within six weeks. The growth is so rapid that many cannot stand upright because the breast is too heavy and pulls them forward when the vacuum cleaner comes and collects them to take them to the slaughterhouse.

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Showing bad Pictures is mean

I leaf through the pictures of the last revelation with concentration. With everyone before, I’d thought it couldn’t get any worse – and it could get worse. The ones I now had in front of me were the very worst. I thought about which ones to put on and present to the public. What can you expect of people? I decide rigorously. When it comes to reality, everything, because it’s their work. And if they don’t do it themselves, then it is at least tacitly tolerated. One is worse than the other. Between badly injured pigs lie dead ones in various stages of decomposition. How long had the farmer not entered this barn? Of course, it is theoretically possible not to look after the animals once during the few months that the rearing lasts. Possible because feed and water distribution are automated. You just have to make sure that the ventilation works, because if it fails, everyone will die miserably. That’s not good, because then the invested capital is gone. You don’t have to muck out either, because the faeces are pushed through the gaps. Only at the end, when the transporter comes to take them to the slaughterhouse, is there a thorough cleaning.

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Dr. Basti Builds Bridges

“There he is, our animal lover”, says the farmer Adolf happily, “Come on, sit down, have a snack with us. The finest bacon from our happy pigs and a schnapps. Do you drink schnapps? A stone pine. Schedule yourself. It’s not like the horrible, spoiled stuff from the supermarket.“ „Thanks for the invitation,“ says Basti, „But I don’t want to make any fuss.“

“Oh, what a circumstance. Whatever you have to be so complicated, you townspeople, but you will also learn,“ says Adolf, „Listen, Alosia, bring another place setting. The graduate eats with us.“

“Yes, really, simple people with us,” says Aloisia as she walks through the kitchen door into the living room with a broad smile, “But that’s an honor. And that when he talks so well about us, the doctor. Not like the others. That’s right Adolf.“

“Well what, you can take it easy,” replies Adolf with conviction. “But Adolf, look what you’re saying,” interjects Aloisia shyly, while she puts the board with the snack in front of the doctor from town.

„We’ll just talk about how we’ve grown up, you have to excuse us,“ explains Adolf.

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