Looking up Warren hens initially I inevitably ended up looking up rescue hens and felt guilty that when in France our language skills were not up to acquiring Factory birds.
It’s a lot easier in the market to buy, as they are there to sell, and its obvious you are there to buy, yes; the international language of money.
Now the fact that shocked on this website was a warning not to give a perch to rescue birds as the jump down from a perch of just a foot high can sometimes break legs as one poor owner discovered. Turns out poor diet in these factory farms gives some of the old bird’s osteoporosis.
It makes me so angry, that we allow creatures to be treated that way, but it also made me angry with my self.
You see a few years back some animal activist’s stole a woman’s dead body, there was a great deal made of it in the press, and I thought something at the time that I never said
In a nut shell it was this, cruelty to animals is offensive to me, it sickens me, angers me,
And I put more value in a living animal than a dead human being. I would like to think most people would agree with me.
What these activists attempted however, was to make peoples beliefs clash almost in a display of performance art.
They said by this act ‘if you ignore my most profound beliefs, we will ignore yours’
But what a strange set of beliefs people seem to have, these days.
The papers are up in arms if little dead Johnny comes home from hospital with an organ missing, but does society believe we must go to the grave whole to be ready for resurrection.
Some do have this belief I am sure but not the majority, so who is the media being indignant for.
I think the answer lies in the fact that papers are just advertising space for hire at the end of the day, and the company they keep are all about telling you how special you are.
Yes YOU go on treat yourself, after all your special and it doesn’t stop when you’re dead.
So stop sucking up newspapers and remind us what we believe in just once and a while.
Just to be clear, I am quite prepared to put my dead carcase to good use.
I sometimes joke with my wife that a shallow grave will do in the back garden, but leave my bum sticking out the top so visitors have got somewhere to park their bikes.
Perhaps a little plaque that simply states
Arnold the end.