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National Animal Rights Day 2013 Los Angeles

Opening ceremony for National Animal Rights Day in Los Angeles, California on June 9th, 2013

Opening ceremony for National Animal Rights Day in Los Angeles, California on June 9th, 2013 [image credit: Sarah Jane Hardt]

Sunday, June 9th, 2013 is a day that will be remembered by many as a turning point in their lives.  At the 3rd annual National Animal Rights Day in Los Angeles, CA, activists from far and wide came together for a historical demonstration of compassion, remembrance and solidarity.  It was the first time a demonstration of its kind had ever been done on U.S. soil.  A demonstration that had made a life-altering impact on the people of Spain, Australia, Israel and others before, and sent shock waves around the world in the form of social media and word of mouth powerfully telling the world “we demand equality for animals NOW”.

I was so deeply moved and inspired by the commitment and strength of my vegan brothers and sisters, standing united under the cause of animal rights, paying our respects to the animals we held in our hands.  Animals who had every right to be alive but had been deprived of that right by the greed, gluttony and vanity of humankind.  We broke down, we cried on each other’s shoulders, we held each other up — we came together.  We were one.

eva gutierrez holding a dead baby rabbit at NARD 2013 in LA

We earthlings are impermanent, but our message is immortal. [image credit: Sara Jane Hardt]

For me, it was the culmination of months of emotionally trying work that had finally reached its transformational conclusion.  Acquiring animals from slaughterhouses for the ceremony, carrying the physical and emotional weight of their deaths back with me at work and at home was no easy task but it had to be done and I am so thankful that I was able to fill that role.  During the ceremony, as I walked back for another animal to hand to the activists, feelings I had tried so hard to keep bottled up for so long had grown to such intense proportions that when the levee broke and I could hold them in no longer, they hit me all at once like an flood of pure emotion in waves of sorrow, gratitude, awe and relief so intense I almost fell to my knees.  To see on the faces of fellow activists the impact this event had on them moved me to tears.  To look at them looking down at the animals clasped in their hands with tears streaming down their faces, a mix of sorrow, pity, shame, despair, anger and resolve.  It was beautiful and profound in its bottomless sadness.  As I handed animals to Brenda Calvillo, Eva Gutierrez, Jessica Schlueter, Carol Glasser and others, I thanked each of them for their strength and dedication to the animals and for sharing such a powerful moment with each other and the world.

Nothing would have been accomplished if not for the hard work and dedication of all of my fellow organizers who for the past five months have been diligently and uncomplainingly working to make this event possible. Aylam Orian, Vida Jafari, Brenda Calvillo, Dave Simon, Robyn Hicks, Jill Ryther, Christine Hess — these people did the lion’s share of the work and deserve a medal for their hard work and dedication.

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As for myself, the little I had any part in was primarily acquiring dead animals from slaughterhouses with my partner in this task, Vida, who single-handedly coordinated the pick-ups and spoke with the owners of various slaughterhouses, dairy/egg/fur farms, kill shelters, pet stores, disposal service companies and rendering plants and was able to get a couple of them to agree to give us animals as a donation on a regular basis. Together, we drove through what we agreed felt like the gates of hell so we could have animals for the first ever demonstration of its kind in the United States — a country not known for its love of animal rights activists (or activism in general). Here is my part of the story:

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Me and Vida holding each other up as we struggle to walk back to get more animals to hand to activists. [image credit: Sarah Jane Hardt]

In an early meeting when we were assigning tasks and the task of picking up the dead animals for the opening ceremony came up, I was first to volunteer. I knew that it was going to be one of the most emotionally, physically, mentally and possibly even spiritually demanding things I would ever do in my life and it was for this reason that I was so ready to jump in. It was to me, the most important task of all and I felt a gnawing need to be there to make sure it got done. I can be a very emotional person, but I have learned (especially from this experience) that I have the ability to put my emotions on hold, grit my teeth and get the job done so I can cry about it on the way home once it’s all over.

This ability is something my partner, Vida has as well. No matter what is going on, she finds a way to remain calm, collected and courageous through it all. I admire her for her drive, her eloquence and her tranquility. Getting to know Vida through this experience has been a gift and something I didn’t expect but am so grateful for.  She is ten activists in one with the heart of a hundred.  I am honored to call her a friend.

"I had a choice to be there today holding this beautiful being who did not have a choice to be there. This pit pup was killed by human choice because there were too many animals at the shelter and not enough humans to adopt him. He was a healthy, 30-40 pound pit who had his whole life ahead of him. Breeders continue creating puppies to sell for profit and people keep buying them when there are so many amazing beings alive already waiting for a loving home. I did this because I see no difference between beings - I, and that other, are one. And as long as I have a voice, I will use it to raise awareness and reduce suffering for all expressions of life. This dog had no name so I named him after my son. Jake, thank you for allowing me to hold you today. My hope is that at least one person makes a cho...ice after seeing you and possibly reading this, to begin practicing compassion every day. That person will hopefully teach another and so on. You did not die in vain. You are beautiful. And you are loved. Thank You..." -- Alec Pedersen

“I had a choice to be there today holding this beautiful being who did not have a choice to be there. This pit pup was killed by human choice because there were too many animals at the shelter and not enough humans to adopt him. He was a healthy, 30-40 pound pit who had his whole life ahead of him. Breeders continue creating puppies to sell for profit and people keep buying them when there are so many amazing beings alive already waiting for a loving home. I did this because I see no difference between beings – I, and that other, are one. And as long as I have a voice, I will use it to raise awareness and reduce suffering for all expressions of life. This dog had no name so I named him after my son. Jake, thank you for allowing me to hold you today. My hope is that at least one person makes a cho…ice after seeing you and possibly reading this, to begin practicing compassion every day. That person will hopefully teach another and so on. You did not die in vain. You are beautiful. And you are loved. Thank You…” — Alec Pedersen  [image credit: Sarah Jane Hardt]

Over the past few months Vida and I have built relationships with the owners of these slaughterhouse facilities and their families. I can’t describe the amount of restraint, discipline and courage it took for us to walk into a room where animals are being confined and slaughtered, smile and shake the blood-soaked hand of a man who had just finished slicing open the throats of countless chickens, rabbits, ducks and goats.

Over those few months we’ve had many conversations with the owners and their families. We talked about a lot of things. We talked about their kids and their career aspirations, which college they wanted to attend, what degree they wanted to major in. We talked about which animal’s meat is the most delicious and asked for recommendations on what type we should try when we would get the chance. (Apparently guinea pig is more delicious than chicken.) We talked about the first time one of the owners killed an animal in front of his son and how his son wouldn’t eat meat for a week afterward, and how since then he has become calloused to the suffering of animals, come to his senses and realized that “this is just the way things are”. Hearing that story almost brought me to tears, but I had to hold them back and laugh it off. “You’re right. We can’t eat them without killing them. It’s just the way things are.” Now go home, cry and curse yourself for doing the exact opposite of everything you felt like doing while you were there. Before, I would never consider myself a good actor or liar. I wear my emotions on my sleeve and don’t have a poker face. But it’s funny how things like that can change in the right circumstance and with the right motivation. I was good. Almost too good. I almost started believing my own lies.  It still scares me.

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I never thought the people responsible for so much suffering and pain would be such generous and kind people (to humans, at least). That was probably the biggest shock to me. I was expecting to be greeted by cold, stiff, almost robot-like people — mean people — but instead I came face to face with a simple, struggling family just trying to make ends meet and give their kids a good life. This is of course, no justification for their actions, but it is the truth of their situation. Through conversations with them Vida and I have learned that these people look at their business as more than just a business. They see it as a duty. Their logic tells them that people need to eat meat (after all, what is the alternative?) and because slaughtering is something not many would like to get their hands dirty with, they consider it not only a service to the community, but an honor to be able to supply them with food for their families.

Sharing a much-needed hug with friend Patty Shenker.

Sharing a much-needed hug with friend Patty Shenker. [image credit: Peter Foto]

Now that I’m thinking more about this, a glaring similarity between myself and the owners of the slaughterhouses is becoming more and more apparent to me. They do something that is not easy to do because they know they can get it done when others cannot. Isn’t this the same reason I volunteered so quickly to assist in the pick-up of animals? An interesting thought…

On our first trip to one of the slaughterhouses, we met face to face with the owner for the first time. On the phone before our arrival he had offered to kill as many chickens as we wanted with an electric knife, out of charity. We quickly told him not to kill any animals for us, that we wanted only the animals who had died of “natural” causes before they were able to be slaughtered.

He was very friendly and very kind to us. I couldn’t help but feel a little remorse for being dishonest with him. I told myself that no matter how nice this person is to me, he is the enemy. He profits from the murder of animals. He has no remorse for killing them, why should I have remorse for lying to him?

As we were making our first pick-up there, a truck drove up the driveway with a cage built into the back holding pigeons, chickens and ducks. They were all crammed on top of each other in smaller cages and could barely move without stepping on each other. Who knows how long they had been in the back of that truck on their way to their final destination.

Vida wanted to get a closer look so she walked over to the truck while I kept watch. Before I could say anything to warn her, the owner of the slaughterhouse walked out the door right next to the truck. Vida called me over and we played it off like we had never seen these types of animals before. Then something happened that we never could have expected. He offered us a tour of the inside.

Sara Rose holding chicken at National Animal Rights Day 2013

“She was not just a chicken. She was an individual. She felt pain and fear every day of her life. She felt love and a connection to those she was enslaved with. She mourned the loss of the lives that were taken in front of her eyes. She screeched out as she watched her companions being brutalized for no reason. She would never experience the freedom she instinctively longed for. She was a baby; only months old. She knew she was dying. She cried out, but no one came to rescue her. She swayed on her feet, barely able to support her hormone pumped body. The tip of her beak, full of nerve endings, had been cut off, without pain killers, not long after she was born. She took a struggled last breath from it; through her nostrils, into her lungs, and into her aching heart. She closed her eyes. I held her lifeless body. I let her head rest onto my chest. I wrapped my fingers around her cold, mangled feet. Feet that never got to dig in the ground and experience the joy of a dust bath. My arms grazed against her tattered wings. Wings that would never be able to flap out of playfulness, and carry her up high onto vertical ladders where she could peacefully perch in the sunlight. I kept looking at her soft pink eyelids. I kept thinking of the life that she could have, and should have, had. Her sentience was no different than mine. Her will to live was no different than mine. She was an individual, just like me. She cried out, but no one came to rescue her.” — Sara Rose  [image credit: Sarah Jane Hardt]

All we could say was a nonchalant “sure”, but inside I think both of us were doing somersaults. We didn’t want to see what waited for us inside, but we knew that it was an opportunity that we couldn’t pass up.

He opened the door. The first thing I noticed was the smell. It was pungent and filled my nostrils so I could smell nothing else. Death, feces, urine and blood. Even after we left, I could still smell the stench of that place hours later.  The next thing I noticed were the cages.  Big black metal cages stacked high on top of each other, full of chickens. Some of the chickens were incessantly pecking at others. Chickens with missing toes and eyes.  Some chickens looked on the brink of death.  They couldn’t even hold their heads up.  The owner would see these chickens and smack them on their chin from below and tell them to “wake up!”.  One chicken had somehow managed to get out of one of the cages and was standing on top of the cage.

“Get back in your cage or I’ll kill you,” the owner said with a laugh.  He looked back at us, smiling.  We laughed with him.  We had to.  It hurt so much to laugh in that moment but we had to maintain our cover.  Every time I felt like crying or screaming I would force myself to smile bigger.  Holding in my emotions physically hurt, but I told myself it was nothing compared to what the animals had to endure there.  If I couldn’t keep it together everything we had done up to that point would have been for nothing.

In the next room were cages of rabbits stacked on top of each other. Dozens of big white rabbits scratching at each other or panting in corners. As I was looking in one of the cages, one of the rabbits hopped over to me. I put my finger between the bars and she licked my finger with her warm, scratchy tongue. If only I could just open the cage, grab as many as I could carry and make a run for it!  No.  Now is not the time.

We went back into the first room and Vida pointed at a large garbage bin that was full of blood, organs, feet, feathers and slime. It was right next to one of the stacks of cages holding chickens.  I looked to the other side of the room and saw what I knew to be the area they killed the animals.  I had seen one like it before in a video about “humane” slaughter.  A metal stand with funnels to hold chickens as they bled out into a trough.  I pointed at it and mouthed “that’s where they kill them” to Vida.  “Are you sure?” she whispered back.  I nodded.  The “killing station” was right in plain sight of all the animals.  They could hear, smell, see and feel their inevitable fate being dealt to their cage-mates.

We wrapped their bodies in white sheets and placed roses on their remains.  The remains of Jake (named by Alec Pedersen who held him during the ceremony after his son) are pictured here.  [image credit: Diana Lannes]

We wrapped their bodies in white sheets and placed roses on their remains. The remains of Jake (named after his son by Alec Pedersen who held him during the ceremony) are pictured here. [image credit: Diana Lannes]

The owner noticed us looking at it and confirmed that yes, this is where he kills them.  “Want to watch me kill one?” he said with a smile as he reached into a cage and pulled a chicken out by her neck.  The way he asked us seemed like it was a matter of pride for him.  Like this tour had been his way of showing off his power.  Killing an animal was nothing to him.  It was entertainment for him.  He’d likely been doing this for so many years that that part of his humanity that would normally tell him killing was wrong had completely disappeared — probably when he was a boy and his father taught him that “this is just the way things are”.

“No no no no,” we laughed.  “We like eating them but we don’t want to see them get killed.  We know it has to be done though.”

We had seen enough.  We walked quickly out of the building and the door shut behind us.  Once again we were faced with the truck carrying animals to their demise.  From inside, we could hear the squawks and cries of that chicken as her throat was cut and her life slowly poured out of her body into the trough below.  It is a sound that Vida and I will never be able to forget.

I can still hear it.

Me and Jan, watching the ceremony, soaking in the gravity of the moment.

Me and Jan Smitowicz, watching the ceremony, soaking in the gravity of the moment. [image credit: Sarah Jane Hardt]

That was the only time we were allowed such free access to the secret hell hidden behind the stucco walls and barred doors and windows of the slaughterhouse.  It’s possible the owner realized that he had shown us too much.  Maybe he had been too eager to show off his fine establishment to the pretty ladies who were so excited to learn about his trade.

On our last trip to pick up animals for National Animal Rights Day we decided it was time to ask if we could get live animals.  If we could get even one animal — any animal — we could go home knowing we did something that made an immediate and measurable positive impact on that being’s life.

All we did was ask and after a few moments of consideration, he obliged, much to our amazement.  One of his employees brought out two hens in a wet bag and carelessly dropped them in the cooler just like he had done with the dead ones on other occasions.  There may as well have been a bunch of rocks or sand in that bag.  We shared a brief moment where we looked at each other with widened eyes and slight smiles as if to say “YES!” but quickly forced ourselves to hide our excitement.

We took them to Vida’s house, gave them baths and then I drove them to my house where they are currently living until they go to their permanent (vegan) home with fellow activist, Nicolas Tomas.  This is the announcement from the National Animal Rights Day Facebook event page of their liberation:

The very first day Vida and I picked up dead animals from a slaughterhouse, after witnessing firsthand the gruesome horrors the animals there were forced to endure for the entirety of their shortened lives, we made a pact that one day we would find a way to come back with more than corpses. Today we are overjoyed to announce that yesterday, we made good on that pact and came home with two new members of the National Animal Rights Day family, Lucky and Fluke.

For what is likely to be the first time in their lives, they are able to stretch their wings, peck at the earth, feel grass beneath their feet and above all finally be able to forget the fear that has been present in their lives since the day they were born.

National Animal Rights Day is about more than mourning the deaths of our beautiful animal brothers and sisters — it is about celebrating the life and liberation of those animals and telling the world that until every animal is free we will not stop fighting for their right to live free from human exploitation.

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Now that the event has passed, I am able to look back on all the hard work of so many people who did so much to make it possible and am still amazed that we were actually able to pull it off.  What started as a seemingly impossible idea at an early meeting in a local Veggie Grill has grown into an event that has changed and will continue to change countless lives, human and non-human alike.  I am honored to have played even a minor role in such a life altering and profoundly moving demonstration of universal love.

I am also looking forward.  I see the impact this event has had already on so many people who were either part of the ceremony or onlookers who stopped to bear witness, ask questions and become informed.  My faith in humanity has been renewed by this experience and although I know it won’t be easy, I believe that there is hope.  We will never forget the animals we held in our arms and we will never forget the promises we made them that day.  They are the reason we will never give up.

Until all are free.

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57 thoughts on “National Animal Rights Day 2013 Los Angeles

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  2. So many questions! Beginning with why did I ever leave LA?? I know the answer, and I had to leave, but I am so proud and envious of all the good work you all are doing (and all the great vegan food you have access to!).

    Kara, what was the reason you gave to people for wanting the dead bodies? (By the way, SO brave of you to volunteer for this not-at-all “minor” part in the protest!) Although you had to play along with the farmers and slaughterers, I wonder if there might have been even the tiniest opportunity to crack through their polished calloused veneers to plant a seed of doubt that what they are doing is evil…. Perhaps that is a job for another day, though.

    I’m so proud of all of you – your strength and your caring. Happy to call some of you my friends now, and wish to meet everyone eventually.

    One last question – did you get any spectators? Was there any press coverage?

    • Hi Rebecca. Yeah, LA is vegan heaven, that’s for sure. We’re pretty spoiled here. You should come back!

      Unfortunately, the details I gave in this post are all the details I feel comfortable giving at this time as to the collection of animals etc.

      There were a few moments that Vida tried to plant a few seeds (always an activist) but I think when someone’s lifestyle is being supported by their work, no matter what that work may be, there is an even thicker wall to break through. Not to say it can’t be done (it has), just that it’s much, much harder. I’ve got to admire her for trying.

      We got a very big crowd of spectators throughout the day. People saw what we were doing, stopped and looked, asked our outreach volunteers questions, took leaflets. Some vowed to go vegan that very day. Of course, there were some who laughed, but the ones that laugh do so out of being uncomfortable. Often those people are the ones most impacted by AR demos — a seed is planted.

    • So am I, Amanda. So am I.

      Now I have a much better grasp of what you were talking about in your last post, Kara: http://veganrabbit.com/2013/05/30/fear-in-animal-rights-activism

      The selfless courage it took to face the hands-on killers and to keep your true motives hidden from them and to perform your part in honoring these priceless, precious beings is a form of activism that requires you to strip away all fear for your own well-being.

      What means the most to me is that you refused to let these little ones be forgotten, ignored, belittled. You showed the world — not just the passersby but the many humans who will learn about that dramatic day through word of mouth — that each creature counts. That each is worthy of our affection and respect. That each has endless good to give, if they were but given the chance to live and express their unique, irreplaceable selves.

      When I Goodsearched in hopes of finding news coverage of the event, I typed in the words “National Animal Rights Day Santa Monica.” There was one small advance article about Vegan Boss performing. But I could find no post-event coverage. Sadder still, the links that did pop up told of a shooting rampage in Santa Monica that left five dead. Five humans, that is. As if humans are the only beings worth remembering.

      The truth is, none of us will ever understand and experience our full humanity until we tenderly enfold each and every animal in our hearts, our heads, and, when appropriate, in our hands. Thank you for expressing your full humanity that day, and every day, Kara.

  3. I don’t think I have the strength to do what you all did. Thank you. Reading this brought tears to my eyes and left me inspired to do more…

  4. Kara, I just finished re-reading this post and I am holding back the tears, but just barely. Until now I had no idea of the full extent of your participation in preparing for the NARD event. Though you, as usual, do an excellent descriptive job, I can only imagine what it must have truly felt like to have entered into that world and have had to put your emotions on hold, to tamp down your revulsion, your grief and anger — because it “had to be done.” Yes, when the need is there, we must do the hard work that others may not be able to face.

    What you had to say about the people who do the other “work that has to be done,” and your revelation, is crucial and should be read by every animal advocate to understand the reality of things:

    “I never thought the people responsible for so much suffering and pain would be such generous and kind people (to humans, at least). That was probably the biggest shock to me. I was expecting to be greeted by cold, stiff, almost robot-like people — mean people — but instead I came face to face with a simple, struggling family just trying to make ends meet and give their kids a good life.”

    But, of course, further on you don’t let them of the ethical hook:

    “He profits from the murder of animals. He has no remorse for killing them . . .”

    But you recognize that even though you have come face to face with “the enemy,” he is also a human being (not a cold killing machine) who can even be friendly and welcoming, albeit someone who has had to kill off his own sense of compassion.

    When your emotional “levee” broke at the ceremony it triggered an emotional reaction in me and a feeling of empathy, knowing that it went beyond the impact of the ceremony itself, though not knowing how far beyond. Kara, I am so glad I was able to be there to participate in that historic and moving event. But more than anything I am glad that going through the process you describe so eloquently in your post has brought you to this:

    “My faith in humanity has been renewed by this experience and although I know it won’t be easy, I believe that there is hope.”

    Yes, kiddo, as a certain older (and perhaps wiser) AR comrade might very well have said! Keep the fires burning, sweetheart, but keep the hope aflame as well.

    Love,
    Robb

    • Robb. I love you. I really do. I can’t tell you how happy I was to see you at N.A.R.D. Hearing you recite that beautiful poem was one of the highlights of my experience that day. I had read it before, but it’s always so much better hearing it coming straight from you.

      When I think of hope for animals, I think of you and that post you wrote (that apparently was inspired by yours truly) that you know I love so much. (If anyone reading this hasn’t seen it — it’s great: http://vegmonologues.com/2012/02/19/love-hope-joy/.)

      Certain people I showed this post to before posting it were concerned that people reading it would criticize me for “sympathizing” with a person who murders for a living. To that I say, if I’m not honest, I can’t call myself a writer. I understand the reasons people in those industries do what they do, but I don’t believe that they are justifiable or condonable reasons by any means. But just because something cannot be justified doesn’t mean it cannot be understood. I understand that this is the way this person was brought up. He was brought up to kill animals and think nothing of it. How different is that from people like us who lived our lives for so many years as non-vegans, purchasing “food” from people like him? We weren’t always vegan. As animal rights activists, we have to be able to identify with people, their stories, and their reasons for doing what they do if we hope to help them see the harm they are causing. This doesn’t mean we condone, excuse or agree with their behavior, only that we are able to understand their reasons for it, unethical as they may be. I am so glad you understand this as well.

      Love you! <3

    • Thank you Robb for your support and appreciation. I love what you said and how well you said it and your poem at the event.

  5. Kara, I can’t imagine what you must have been through. I just regret not having had any part in helping because of (what turned out to be very lousy) family obligation. It is my hope to be able to contribute, even in a minor way, in the future. I am deeply moved by all the work you and everyone else has accomplished.

  6. Every moving thing that lives shall be food for you. And as I gave you the green plants, I give you everything. Ge 9:3 So when you’re done bathing chickens and robbing them of the essential oils that they need to maintain proper body temperature you can just lop their heads off to keep them from suffering and send their frozen carcasses over here. It’s what’s for dinner.

    • I am so very sorry that your situation in life is so unfortunate that you feel the need to express such cold, calloused, immature and cruel comments on a post that took a lot of heart and emotion to write, just so you can feel better about yourself for the pathetic, lonely, and small-minded person you are. Clearly there is some part of you that deep down knows that exploiting animals for human purposes is wrong. If you didn’t feel that way, why would you feel the need to justify your lifestyle here among people who deeply care for issues outside the scope of their own little world of consumerism, vanity and egocentricity? I hope you can one day find peace within your own life, because until you do, you will forever be the lonely, pitiful internet troll with nothing better to do than put others down in a very sad attempt to pick yourself up.

  7. Sad indeed that this miserable person felt the need to respond in such a way! Oh and by the way, apparently the idiot didn’t bother to research about bathing chickens — a 10 second google search showed me that bathing chickens when they are especially dirty is not detrimental and many people do it!

    • I feel sorry for people like him. I have no anger toward him. There was a time when I would become furious at comments like this. No more. I see him for what he is and I pity him. I’m so fortunate to have so many like-minded people in my life who care so much about important issues and causes. I have a purpose in life. When I come across someone like this person I can’t help but shake my head and say “Don’t you see? This is why you are so lonely.” No one who is truly content with their life feels the need to put others down.

  8. I love all of the story! Best part is the focus on the living and NOW FREE beings Lucky and Fluke! I know now they will always have access to the air, the sun and yes (even to the undoing of a bath) to good Earth that they will enjoy their dust-bathing in. I too would want the stench of a slaughterhouse and the confines of a cage to be cleansed from me. I’d want fresh liberty anew in my feathers and in my bones.
    Thank you for this amazing post that honor victims and also celebrates life!

    • They definitely loved their bath. We researched it beforehand and made sure the water was nice and warm, but not too warm, and didn’t let any soap near their faces. It hasn’t been too long and they’re already starting to get poofy again! They’re starting to look like how chickens are supposed to look — healthy. I’ll be posting more pictures when they go to their permanent home. :)

      • Oh… I didn’t mean to imply that giving them a bath was the wrong thing. Not at all! I’ve given my hens a bath too for assorted reasons and it seemed quite enjoyable for them and the total right thing to do!
        I know you’ll find them wonderful forever homes. They have received as a gift what they all deserve by a right. Thank you for making this happen. <3

        • I didn’t think you were implying that, don’t worry. There is a comment above you that implies that. I thought you may have been alluding to that comment my my defense. <3

          • I was and I did… There are always those buzz-kills out there who try to rain on the parade of others. I try to draw as little attention to them as possible. What they say or do comes from a dark heart. — What you are doing is life-affirming. ‘Nuff said! ;)

  9. Hi… i live in houston, tx and with all my heart i want, i wish to be part of this movement. I need to do this. Please, let me know what i have to do or where i have to go to join.

    • You can look for groups on meetup.com or even Facebook. I always like to empower people to start something in their town if there isn’t already a group. There could other people nearby who want to get involved with animal rights activism looking for a group but you’d never know unless you started one up and rallied everyone together. There is also absolutely no shame in doing activism by yourself — it’s actually pretty badass. Direct Action Everywhere has a great how-to guide for starting your own activist community and planning actions here: http://directactioneverywhere.com/resources/

  10. Wow what a wonderful detailed story. you two are much tougher than I am walking into a slaughterhouse the images would live forever in my mind. So great you rescued the two hens.
    I participated in the NYC event and it was also heart wrenching.
    take care

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  14. Should get a pingback for your blog and your NARD post from me, I linked to it in my blog post SONG FOR THE LIBERATORS =)

    –Love and Liberation–

    Jan @ TheRewildWest

    • Poor little rabbit. Of course he should try to get the rabbit veterinary help if there’s anything that can be done to at least prolong his life or make his ailment less painful (it looks at the very least pretty uncomfortable). True, he or she is a wild rabbit and we can’t hospitalize every single wild animal, but I’d like to think that when we have the opportunity to help someone we wouldn’t shy away from it just because there are others who need help as well.

  15. As i was reading and seeing your pictures i was filled with tears for those poor animals that didn’t get the chance to live i first watched a video yesterday about how they tortured chicken i didn’t sleep at all last night my eyes are swollen to this point since yesterday i have made my own pledge to never eat meet again i just wanted ti say thank you fir what your doing what your doing inspires me to be like you and i hope that one day my dream of saving animals lives will come true if you ever need help with anything i am located in the list Angeles area so message me nothing in this world would make me more happy than to save an animals life.

    • So glad to hear you are committed to not eating meat. You are doing a very good thing. Remember, we should always push our comfort zone to be the best person we can be. Never settle for less than you know you are capable of. If you need any support, I’m here.

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