Friday, November 16, 2012

Tour of Chicken Run Rescue

This is how time has been going for me lately. In August I wrote a review of the book City Chickens. At the end of that review, I said,
Coming soon: Photos and a re-cap of the VegKins tour of Chicken Run Rescue on July 21st. SPOILER ALERT: It will contain photos of adorable chickens and humans.
Well here we are in mid-November and I have yet to post that re-cap. Better late than never, I guess! Here are some photos (I didn't get as many as I would have liked because I was too busy managing my kids and petting chickens):

First up, our gracious host, Mary. Chicken Run Rescue is literally her and her husband's basement and back yard. The amount of good that they do with that square footage is awe inspiring and humbling.


Anna wondering if this chicken would let her pick her up.


She was unsure at first (they both were).


Anna and Liam with a couple VegKins friends. VegKins (our vegan family group that meets up monthly) has blown up in the last year or so, largely because of events like this and our annual Halloween party and Spring (plastic) Egg Hunt.


Your's truly. What a rare thing it is for me to post a photo of myself on this blog.


Holy crap, here's another one of me! That's a six or seven year old Herbivore shirt that I'm wearing, by the way.


Anna eventually grew more comfortable with the chickens.


 

Liam never really warmed up though. Maybe next time...


All in all, it was a nourishing day. All four of us met and held chickens for the first time in our lives (Liam held one briefly, but I didn't get a photo).

I know on an intellectual level why I'm vegan. My kids know why we're raising them vegan. Meeting these birds though, really drove home a different aspect of veganism. It's one thing to say that the principle of equal consideration dictates that all sentient beings should have the right to live free from unnecessary harm and death, but it's quite another to hold a living, breathing, thinking, feeling being in your arms, stroke her feathers and scratch her head, apologize on behalf of your species, recommit yourself to never participating in the exploitation of beings like (and not like) her ... and to know that as long as you breathe you will be vegan because it matters as much as something can matter.

1 comment:

Melissa said...

It's amazing to meet them, isn't it? I broke down crying more than a few times, it was so moving.

I still get choked up a bit thinking about it.

Having Trevor the quail as my companion drives home every day how special these birds so many see as nothing more than food really are. :)