Last week there was another truck accident. One of those trucks that carry animals to their horrible fate: the slaughterhouse. This time its passengers were 1,000 broiler chickens. 46 could be saved, and 30 of them are sleeping in Gaia Sanctuary right now. They have plenty of space, but they’ve chosen to sleep like this, all together.
Some neighbors from nearby houses took advantage of the accident and several chickens ended up in their hands. They just killed them right there and took their bodies home. The truck drivers did the same. They laughed at the activists. “We’re hungry too”. One of the neighbors snatched one of the rescue chickens from their hands, just like that. It was a nightmare.
Imagine how different things would have been if this truck had carried dogs. Imagine the petitions, the protests, the outrage, the tears, the judgment. But who cares about a broiler chicken. Or a thousand.
Tell me again how vegans are the extremist ones.

Reading this hurt. To think someone would snatch a chicken from a animal activist and kill them is so horrible. I can’t imagine how awful that activist must have felt believing they were going to save that chickens life and right before their eyes a heartless stranger kills them. That poor chicken must have thought she was finally safe only to be put back into the hands of violence and have her life taken away. 


this is very important and needs more reblogs

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Vincent van Gogh, Roses, 1889, oil on canvas, 33 x 41.3 cm, The National Museum of Western Art, Tokyo.