The third grade classrooms at my school hatch chicks. On Friday, the chicks were in their boxes in the office, waiting to get picked up to go who knows where. When I went into the office that morning to do my laminating, I could hear the cheeping from the chicks. I looked in the boxes. They were so cute!
But one chick was in a box all by itself. It was huddled in the corner. I could see it was breathing but it's head was down and it wasn't moving. Someone explained to me that the chick had a hurt leg so it had to be away from the other chicks. I noticed it's food wasn't near him. I asked if I should move the food closer to the chick so it could eat, but apparently the chick wasn't eating food anyway so it didn't matter. If the chick was hurt and refusing to eat, it was probably going to die.
This made me very sad. Like, I was almost going to cry, that's how sad I was.
It has been an emotional week for several reasons, so on a normal day, I'm not sure seeing the injured chick would make me want to cry, but I am sure it would at least make me sad.
But this isn't why I think I have issues. I have issues because I eat chicken ALMOST EVERY DAY. My love of animals and my desire to eat meat is in huge contradiction of each other. I try not to think about it, but lately, I have been thinking about it more than usual.
I can't see myself ever becoming vegan, but I wouldn't rule out at some point in my life deciding to be vegetarian or pescetarian.
Has your love of animals ever been in contradiction with what you eat?