Our regular dog walk takes us by a chicken coop on one side and a lamb enclosure just across the street. I don’t know either of the families who own these farm animals but of one thing I am sure: no chicken is ever slaughtered for a weekday meal and lamb won’t be served for Easter.
Tag: animals’ rights
I ate chicken today. Marinated in a tamari-based sauce, it was grilled to perfection and very tasty. Meat is hardly ever my meal of choice but a life without Parma ham is not a life worth living as far as I am concerned. And I am partial to the occasional duck breast. But, increasingly, I am finding it hard to justify eating living creatures, even as I accept that man was built to metabolize and process animal proteins.
The roar of the helicopter breaks the silence of the otherwise undisturbed plains. A man leans out and fires a couple of tranquilizer darts into the thick hide of the rhino. Dust kicked up, grass blades flattened, a handful of men jump out and get to work on the sleeping animal: its horn is sawed off haphazardly in a matter of minutes and, the helicopter already high in the sky, the rhino is left in unimaginable pain to bleed to death. This scenario plays out over and over, day in and day out, in countless African countries where rhinos live.