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Hi. I'm a newly hatched chick. I don't know where I am but it's weird. It' a long metal box, and beside me there are uncountable other chicks. We're all wet from hatching, and the air is nice and warm. But the warmth that I want is natural, and this is so artificial. I don't know where my mother hen is, and I want her badly. All I remember from her is her warmth. But I don't know who or where she is. For all I know, these chicks next to me could be my siblings.
It is now some time later. We are all yellow puffballs, and we are peeping to each other in panic. Because we are being loaded onto a long belt which moves. There are big creatures around us, and I think they are what are called 'people'. These creatures called People grab us brutally and load us into containers by the handful. We are thrown in and the container is moved nearer to a truck. The conveyor belt stops and People stack the containers into the truck. It starts to move.
I can't believe it. I am now looking out of the truck. I am lucky to get a spot near the air. Even so, it smells dirty, and when I open my beak, I can't breathe, so I push my way through the other chicks towards the inside. But I liked one thing. The sun. The first time in my life, I have seen it.
The truck stops near some long silver building that shine in the sun. Our containers are unloaded and all of the chicks - there must be thousands - are thrown inside these buildings. There is artificial light shining, and I don't like it. What I need is the sun. Apart from the light, it's dark. Kernels and other kind of food covers the floor.when you look up, there is a sea of yellow orbs which are chicks. It's very full, but you can still move around. I wonder what will happen to us.
I'm older now, around thirty days. I wonder if is is what you call Life. It's torture and I know it' not natural. But what can chickens do against those strong, powerful, and hating humans? You just have to go along with it nd hope it's not too terrible. But this is. Some of the kernels on the ground are good, but you never know what you peck until it's in your mouth. Most of the food tastes like fish, blood, feathers, or bone. I think that this came from other chickens. I have developed some nice white feathers, but they are greasy and dirty from being squashed up against other chickens. You can hardly even move, it's so full. All the chickens, including me, are so fat that we can hardly move. Our legs are weak because all we are being fed is parts of other chickens and fattening food. Partly, we are fat because our days are shorter. The light is artificial and goes off early so that we. Have to get used to the days being different.
We are around forty days old when people come in and grab us brutally by the handful. They load us onto trucks again, only this time it's much, much tighter due to our fatness. Again, I see the sun and breathe in the bad air. We are nearing another building. I think, 'Why?'
They grab our containers and stack then inside. One by one, chickens are hung from a high conveyor belt by hooks on their legs. They panic. When my turn comes, I do, too. Fluttering helplessly, I have to let the long belt drive me away by the painful hooks on my legs. We are all put through a tunnel which is so dark that we cannot see a thing. Most chickens calm down a little becaus of this, and I do too, but hardly. This is so scary. In front of me, I see some kind of electric shock chickens and they paralyze. Some flutter in a panic, though, and I can't help that, I'm so scared. I flutter and scramble so much that I can doge the electric. Most hens around me are paralyzed and I panic even more. I look on in horror as I see the hens in front of me having their throats slit. I still have enough energy left to swing my head around so I dodge the razor. Instead, my wing gets coast and I cry out in pain as I watch it fall to the ground. All the hens around me are dead. My wing is bleeding so much that I get dizzy. In front of me, the corpses are being cut up. I decide I can't. The hole where my wing used to be hurts too much and I am far too weak. As thrazor or nears my limp body, my last thought is 'What have we done to hurt them?'
Not asking for favs, just for some sympathy for those millions of cows, chickens, turkeys, sheep, and other factory farmed animals being cut open alive every day for their meat. They never had a life. Be careful what you eat.
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