We arrived at 2 pm at a farm out on the Hereford - Brecon road, where a load of people were arriving with cat baskets and dog crates and boxes and basically anything suitable to carry away hens.
We were welcomed by the BHWT volunteers and signed in to say who we were. I joined the queue in the barn to collect my hens. They had been brought up from a battery farm near Bristol at noon, so were still quite dazed and confused by space, air and light.
They looked pathetic and bald and really rather poorly and I felt ashamed to be a member of the same species as those who had subjected these animals to such cruelty, all in the name of greed and " economic food production"
I got 7 from the BHWT collection point
and gave them my gift aid form and what I hope was a generous donation.5 of them looked very ropey, poor things and one somehow broke her wing on the way home :-(
2 of then though you would not think were ex battery hens – apart from a bigger comb they look wonderful – alpha hens or maybe a cage where some had died off?
2 comments:
Oh, the poor thing on the left! She looks like she needs a sweater! Good luck with your new ladies.
Good for you for stepping up. I've never heard of such a thing here in the US.
Judy
It's shocking to see the state they're in when we lavish so much love and attention to our feathered families. I look forward to watching them blossom under your care.
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