Born to Die

 

Spring is a stressful time for me. I dread it. Eggs fall out of nests, fledglings fail to launch, underweight hedgehogs don’t wake up from hibernation, and worms surfacing in the spring rains after a long dark winter are promptly eaten.

Nature can be brutal. But there are also the unnecessary, human-made tragedies that our fellow animals are forced to endure. Maternal bonds are severed, bloodied babies die in the freezing rain, and mothers, unable to endure yet another breeding season, die in the agony of childbirth.

To bring a child into the world, to bond with it, to protect it with your very life, only to have it taken from you and killed as “food” is an unimaginable tragedy.

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This is the reality, over and over and over again, of the livestock industry.

On a bad day, I can’t bring myself to look in the fields as we drive by. On a bad day I can’t handle the sight of another dead lamb or sheep, of babies shivering in the cold, of a mother rolling, struggling alone to bring her child into the world.

Can it please just stop?

Please join us in one of our outreach endeavours this springtime. Help us to help people realize that we are not the only species who can have our hearts broken, who can feel fear, who can suffer. We have betrayed them. It’s time to make amends.