They're murdering baby chickens. What's next?

People have been appalled at footage from Mercy for Animal's investigation of Hy-Line hatchery, the world's largest producer of hens for the egg-laying industry and embryos for vaccine research.The footage depicts how male chicks are killed - thrown fully conscious into an industrial grinder.



I was reading this article about one young girl's response to seeing the video. She, like so many children, loves animals. When she heard about Hy-Line's treatment of male chicks, she burst into tears. She's gone so far as to collect signatures at a grocery store for a petition. More importantly, she's done the easiest thing anyone can do to help both the male and female chicks in the egg industry - she's stopped eating eggs. It's that simple. Not extreme, not crazy, far-out stuff, just the most mundane thing you can do to stop contributing to a cruel problem.

But what struck me most in this article was a comment made by the girl's mother, the title of this post.

They're murdering baby chickens. What's next?
What's sad is how unlikely she is referring to the systematic slaughter of 8.9-9.3 billion 6-week-old baby chickens raised for consumption every year in the United States. Agribusiness accuses animal activists frequently of hiding the truth or appealing to emotion when highlighting how animals are raised on farms. Yet they have subverted reality for decades with their ads of pastoral settings, their claims of kind treatment, and worst of all, their lack of honesty on who once walked and ran in the whole body now neatly plastic-wrapped in pieces.

So now you know. You know that male chicks are killed the day they are born, females are debeaked and thrown into cages for two years before slaughter. You know that chickens raised for their flesh are bred to grow so fast, gain so much weight that in just six short weeks they can be shackled and killed by the billions. Knowledge is power. Use it to help animals - go vegan.

1 comments:

Scott Rudolph said...

I'm doing my best to get this message out; but I'm afraid we're just preaching to the choir.