Blood Mares

The sun is shining. I stand on the edge of a paddock and watch a mare and her foal. The little one goes wild, but if anything is what scares it, it quickly runs to mom. It hides there and feels safe, secure and safe. It’s so good to see that, but then I can’t help but think of a report I recently saw about mares that were supposed to become mothers, but never were allowed to, because the baby was cruelly snatched from them ahead of time, unborn, directly from the womb, by cutting open the amniotic sac and taking out the little one, just to throw it on the trash. And because all of this is so horrible that you don’t want to know anything about it, it doesn’t happen behind closed doors, but far from prosperity and bourgeoises, in Uruguay and Argentina. And why the whole thing?

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We also celebrate Christmas happily

While we gather happily, wish each other a Merry Christmas and look forward to each other, babies are still separated from mothers. Laying hens take away the eggs, take calves from their mothers and remove puppies from their mothers far too early to sell them to the ignorant. A living gift that will be reliably disposed of at any motorway service station on your first vacation.

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