The Life Of A Chicken

cage-380935_640 (1)If you are unfortunate enough to be born a member of gallus gallus domesticus you are in for a truly miserable life. You will face immense suffering at the hands of your powerful primate-master.

Various unpleasant fates await you – your life will go one of two directions – you will either be a chicken destined for meat consumption or you will be designated an egg-producing chicken. In fact you will get so accustomed to your roles that you will either be born a broiler (meat) strain chicken or an egg strain chicken. 

In egg production, to be the male half of the egg chickens bred into existence your entire life is deemed to be worth nothing. You will be killed almost immediately, often gassed or thrown alive into a IMD (Instantaneous Mechanical Destruction) machine. I’m afraid you won’t put on enough weight quick enough to be “commercially viable.” Your existence is useless to us, I’m afraid. Never mind about your will to live.

Your suffering may be brief, but you have been intentionally brought into this world and will be leaving almost instantly; your fate is already mapped out before you.

If you come into this world a female egg chicken you will at least see 2 years of your natural 7 year lifespan. The tip of your beak will be removed so that you don’t hurt any other members of your community. Note that you will be fighting and possibly eating your companions since your life is going to be so limited and frustrating. If you are lucky minority you may see the pleasantries of a relatively peaceful farm; for 95% of you however, you are destined to live your entire life out with as much space as an A4 sheet of paper.

You may live to see 2 years of your natural 7 year lifespan, but most of you will have been killed some point earlier as you were unable to lay fast enough. Before that though, you may be starved to induce moulting which can keep you laying eggs for a bit longer. Then, en masse, your life will be fiendishly taken from you. A torturous end to a torturous life.

The rest of you chicks are brought into being purely for your body – your very flesh is the only reason you exist. In regards to your 7+ year natural lifespan, on average you will live for 47 miserable days if you are born in a place called “Europe”, or 42 days if you were born in a place called “USA”. You are permitted to live less than 2% of your natural life, however you will not spend it remotely well. You shall spend your brief, miserable time in existence in the same cramped, violent, physically-restricted conditions as the egg chickens.

After 6 or 7 weeks of being fed unnatural diets designed to fatten you up before you even get a chance to become a young adult chicken, you will be extinguished and your flesh will be consumed. This is the very reason why you were brought into being in the first place – to suffer and be eaten by a creature that doesn’t even need to eat you. Your lives will be full of great suffering, pain and torment and the most despicable part is that it is entirely unnecessary. This manipulation of nature and the senseless suffering literally created is a most shameful crime indeed.  Hopefully, one day, you might live unhindered by those big, apish overlords.

Further reading:Factory Farming: Battery Hens

5 thoughts on “The Life Of A Chicken

  1. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I knew nothing about chickens when I got my first chicks six years ago. The learning curve has been straight up. I learned the hard way my precious little biddies (whom I wanted as pets and for the natural guano fertilizer), had been genetically mutated to become McDonald’s chicken sandwiches after six weeks.They were called “Cornish Rock,” a cross between Plymouth Rock and Cornish, bred for big breasts (“People like white meat.”), and a short, meaty life. I only learned this after they started going lame, because their cardiovascular and musculoskeletal systems couldn’t keep up with the humanly engineered clumsy, front-loaded bodies.

    By now I was totally in love with them, because they were so sweet, affectionate, and accepting of their cruel fate. It made me ashamed of being human. I determined to do what I could to make them as comfortable as possible while living out their “natural” lives.

    Meanwhile, I learned that frozen chicken is a major Georgia (where I live) export. A major reason they want to deepen the Savannah harbor (where I also live) is so they can export more chicken to China. Can’t the Chinese raise their own chickens?

    Needless to say, I quit eating chicken, and, I haven’t been to a McDonald’s in 40 years. The food tasted like paste long before I found out how predatory the corporation is.

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    • That is tragic to read. Engineering lameness for our own benefit is the height of cruelty – those poor little guys.
      They were fortunate to end up with you.
      Thanks for sharing.

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      • I’m writing a book of the experience. I’m down to three chickens now, almost a year later, but this batch started out healthy and has suffered only from trauma from each other and other predators, like foxes and raccoons. Speckles and his father, Squire, fight, so I can’t encoop them together. Speckles has Brownie’s love, and they are a romantic treasure to watch. Brownie is still laying fertilized eggs, at 4.5 years old, but seems to have no intention of raising children. She is happy for me to take her eggs, and the guys always get a cut of the profits. I’ve come to believe eating their eggs represents my appreciation for Brownie’s desire to mother me. I’ve had her longer than the roosters, and she was the only one who knew Laddie and Honey, the last of the Poopalots, the last of the Cornish Rocks I blogged about before.

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