As I was driving to Gaston early this morning I found myself following a pretty large, very slow, truck. When I got closer, I discovered that it was FULL of cages, one stacked on top of another, full of chickens. At first I was fascinated, and a little frustrated by the feathers flying into my windshield, and couldn’t stop looking at it. It reminded me of all the chickens we saw at the Farm Show.
But as I ended up next to the truck, rather than behind it, I saw PERDUE written on the truck. And then I realized these were not headed to a farm show, but rather a butcher. It made me a little sick, and I’m now questioning my decision to eat chicken again… It’s not like I didn’t know that the chicken I eat comes from live chickens, but actually seeing the poor things stuffed in a truck and headed off to die makes it feel a little different.