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New California Factory Farming Websites
East Bay Animal Advocates has launched two new websites regarding
California factory farming.
East Bay Animal Advocates
California factory farming.
East Bay Animal Advocates
For more information:
http://www.eastbayanimaladvocates.org
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"Inside a Rescue" report from "California Turkey Farm Investigation" website:
A Turkey Named Adam
At 2:00 am, I often drive along Highway 99, one of California's most haunting travel routes. To motorists and farmed animals alike, Highway 99 is known as 'Blood Alley'. It is commonplace to see 18-wheeler vehicles chock-full of bewildered animals transported on the narrow artery of the Central Valley on their way to the final, unfortunate destination--the slaughterhouse.
The Rescue
Traveling down Highway 99 this summer, I was eager to return to a turkey farm that I had not frequented in over seven months. Walking through the orchards in-route to the farm sheds, I rubbed my St. Christopher medal for good luck. My visit to the turkey farm was a brief one this night. So, I snapped a few photographs and began the search.
Who was going to accompany me back to the Bay Area? After surveying, I spotted a poult (baby turkey) with a severe case of splay leg and scooped him up. Then, I happened upon a poult lying still in the litter. I reached out to grab him and suddenly he popped up. In a scrambled frenzy, the poult darted across the ground of the shed. "Get over here little guy," I whispered. "Let's get the hell out of here." Finally, I grabbed the fuzzy one-pound poult. With poultry in-hand, I exited the farm.
At the time, I did not realize it; but, this particular farm visit changed my life.
Arriving in the Bay Area a few hours later, the poults were safe. After the feathered duo settled in, I rested my eyes for two hours and headed to work. Typing away on the computer all day, I could not stop thinking about the new arrivals.
When I returned home, I was excited to reunite with my friends. The situation was grim however. I found a factory farm casualty: the splay-legged poult. Standing over his friend's recently-deceased body was the other turkey screaming at the top of his lungs. In commercial farming, poult mortality rate is extremely high. During the third week of life, one can find over a hundred dead turkeys in a single shed.
Without hesitation, I scooped up the distressed baby and headed to bed. I sang him the lullaby "Linger" to quiet him down. Before I knew it, the baby turkey was asleep on my stomach. I smiled and closed my eyes. I made a new friend.
read on at http://www.turkey-production.com/wst_page4.html
A Turkey Named Adam
At 2:00 am, I often drive along Highway 99, one of California's most haunting travel routes. To motorists and farmed animals alike, Highway 99 is known as 'Blood Alley'. It is commonplace to see 18-wheeler vehicles chock-full of bewildered animals transported on the narrow artery of the Central Valley on their way to the final, unfortunate destination--the slaughterhouse.
The Rescue
Traveling down Highway 99 this summer, I was eager to return to a turkey farm that I had not frequented in over seven months. Walking through the orchards in-route to the farm sheds, I rubbed my St. Christopher medal for good luck. My visit to the turkey farm was a brief one this night. So, I snapped a few photographs and began the search.
Who was going to accompany me back to the Bay Area? After surveying, I spotted a poult (baby turkey) with a severe case of splay leg and scooped him up. Then, I happened upon a poult lying still in the litter. I reached out to grab him and suddenly he popped up. In a scrambled frenzy, the poult darted across the ground of the shed. "Get over here little guy," I whispered. "Let's get the hell out of here." Finally, I grabbed the fuzzy one-pound poult. With poultry in-hand, I exited the farm.
At the time, I did not realize it; but, this particular farm visit changed my life.
Arriving in the Bay Area a few hours later, the poults were safe. After the feathered duo settled in, I rested my eyes for two hours and headed to work. Typing away on the computer all day, I could not stop thinking about the new arrivals.
When I returned home, I was excited to reunite with my friends. The situation was grim however. I found a factory farm casualty: the splay-legged poult. Standing over his friend's recently-deceased body was the other turkey screaming at the top of his lungs. In commercial farming, poult mortality rate is extremely high. During the third week of life, one can find over a hundred dead turkeys in a single shed.
Without hesitation, I scooped up the distressed baby and headed to bed. I sang him the lullaby "Linger" to quiet him down. Before I knew it, the baby turkey was asleep on my stomach. I smiled and closed my eyes. I made a new friend.
read on at http://www.turkey-production.com/wst_page4.html
For more information:
http://www.turkey-production.com
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