Yet, I still ate a chicken pad thai…

I just saw one of the most disturbing things on the television just a short while ago. One of the cable shows I try to see every day is How it’s Made and the topics du jour were Phyllo dough, car radiators and chickens for chicken farms. Yup, you read that right…

Hatchery chicks.

Now, before you folks get your panties in a bunch, I should state that I am in no way one of them PETA freaks we all love to make fun of. Nor, am I one of those folks who support “sport” hunters you see scouring the forests looking for a bunny to shoot with their uber cop killer rifle of doom. Like most other of life’s important topics, my views are somewhere in the middle where I can both respect animals for the amazing beings that they are as well as delight in the possibility of one filling my tummy when prepared in a most appetizing fashion. I’m very much against their torture, but am an advocate for their use in scientific testing for the betterment of our species. Anyway, I’m venturing off from my original topic here…

So, I’m watching the special and just can’t help at feeling quite uneasy at how the chickens are treated like a cog on an assembly line. It does not look like they are being mistreated and I am sure they’re fed and cared for better there than if they were left out in the wild alone. However, there’s just something I find so terribly uneasy watching what they go through as soon as they are born right? It’s almost like the field of humans scene in the Matrix where you see the processing of the dead and new born children.

A little unnerving right? Well, considering you know where the little buggers will likely end up, you kind of feel bad for them.

Then again such is life right?

Bear