Now, a chicken as a centrepiece on the dinner table is hardly surprising or new. In fact, for me, Sunday roasts were once never complete without a roast chicken bathed in gravy, nestled by baked potatoes and vegetables. Last night, however, the chicken on the table was very much alive. My hair became his surrogate mother hen's wing as he would happily bounce around on my shoulder each day. We do the things we do to farmed animals simply because we can.

Source: Huffington Post October 03, 2017 23:15 UTC