Posts Tagged ‘birds’

“as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings”

October 16th, 2010 No comments

(Luke 13:34, Mat 23:37)

The background sound for the Virtual Battery Cage came from the undercover video “Inside an Egg Factory Farm” from Compassion Over Killing.  Turn the sound off this one (bottom right corner) before you watch the one below.

If you care about animal welfare, please consider this perspective on “humane” egg production, from the Faces of Free Range Farming, presented by Peaceful Prairie Sanctuary who asks these two questions:

1. What happens to ALL of the male chicks – not just few token roosters – but ALL of them?  Here’s a Hint. More here.

2. What happens to the hens when they are no longer laying enough eggs for this facility to be profitable?

What are you actually paying for at the grocery store?  Take a look at the state of “organic” and egg labeling generally from these links:

–  the Cornucopia Institute

–  the Humane Society

“laughing at the linnet”

October 15th, 2010 No comments

Elegy Asking That It Be the Last

by Norman Dubie

There’s a bird the color of mustard.  The bird
Is held in a black glove.  This bird
Has a worm in its heart.
Inside the heart of the worm there’s
A green passage of blood.
The bird is a linnet.
The glove is worn by a Prince.  There’s a horse
Under him.  It is another century: things are
Not better or worse.  The horse is chestnut,
The horse
Is moving its bowels while standing in the surf.
The cliffs behind him are dark.  It is
The coast of Scotland.  It’s winter.
Surrounding the Prince and also on horses are men
Who are giant;  they are dressed in furs.
There’s ice forming in their beards.  Each is
A chieftain.  They are the Prince’s heavy protection.
They are drunk, these men who are laughing
At the linnet with a worm in its heart.
This is a world set apart from ours.  It is not!

via or here.

Why not like a Rooster?

September 24th, 2010 No comments

First a poem. (via)

Poor Patriarch
The rooster pushes his head
high among the hens, trying to be
what he feels he must be, here
in the confines of domesticity.
Before the tall legs of my presence,
he bristles and shakes his ruby comb.
Little man, I want to say
the hens know who they are.
I want to ease his mistaken burden,
want him to crow with the plain
ecstasy of morning light as it
finds its winter way above the woods.
Poor outnumbered fellow,
how did he come to believe
that on his plumed shoulders
lay the safety of an entire flock?
I run my hand down the rippled
brindle of his back, urge him to relax,
drink in the female pleasures
that surround him, of egg laying,
of settling warm-breasted in the nest
of this brief and feathered time.
from Quickening; Slate Roof Press, 2007
Then …

O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing!  (Luke 13:34, Mat 23:37)

In this passage the very Son of God chose a female, mothering, nurturing metaphor to express how he desired to relate to Jerusalem.   I like the combination of that and of urging the Poor Patriarch to “drink in the female pleasures … of egg laying, of settling warm-breasted in the nest of this brief and feathered time.”   Beautiful.

Thoughts on Thanksgiving

November 21st, 2009 No comments

Colleen Patrick-Goudreau

from the Nov. 3, 2007 Food for Thought Podcast … give this Thanksgiving history and menu episode a listen, it has some very interesting Thanksgiving history.

Most people don’t know that our contemporary customs at Thanksgiving, namely the serving of turkeys, were shaped and popularized by a magazine editor, Sarah Josepha Hale, in the mid-1800s. Whatever meaning we attribute to this Thanksgiving holiday is most certainly not lost (in fact, it is enhanced) by creating food-based rituals that affirm rather than take life, that demonstrate compassion and empathy rather than selfishness and gluttony, that celebrate the fact that no one need be sacrificed in order that we should eat. In today’s episode, I offer a number of different menus for a beautiful holiday feast that delights the senses and reflects our values.

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Commended, Commanded, and Condemned

September 7th, 2009 No comments

Meat Abstinence in the Early Church

Knowing your history is important.   Fitting that history into a larger story is even more important.  Our brains are set up to do this sort of mental work – pattern recognition, narrative bias, gestalt, etc.  Part of the cognitive framing work of Christianity is to get you to recognize you have a story and to learn to think in terms of how that fits into the larger Christian metanarrative; it’s about cognitively placing yourself into that particular story, allowing yourself, your story, to be consumed by the larger narrative.  The big story eats the little story.  The little story is then said to be “in” the big story … while at the same time the individual little stories must be continually fed portions of the big story.  Christianity is replete with consumption, narrative, and food metaphors.  All the while Christians identify themselves as people who don’t think about literal food, because of course, that’s what the Jews did.

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Old King Herod Had a Slaughterhouse

April 2nd, 2009 No comments

Has anyone ever seen a Christian visual representations of the temple(s) that actually depicted an animal being slaughtered?   It was a slaughterhouse; why have we erased that?   Maybe because we see ourselves as the temple and then we’d have to see that we are slaughterhouses too. Tombs are where you put dead bodies. We are literally whitewashed tombs filled with dead bodies after the shedding of innocent blood.  I’m just sayin’.

More related randomness.  My local paper did a week long series this past year on a chicken processing plant in my area.  The first issue claimed it would walk us through the process … every step of the way.  The thing is that they went from pictures of the chickens arriving in crates on trucks to chickens already slaughtered.  Funny.  They seemed to have left out the part where the chickens actually die.  That’s what I’m talking about.  Why are we so afraid of seeing that?  Might it prick our delicate sensibilities?   Seriously – think about this for a few minutes.  There were huge pictures of the scarred hands of the plant workers, descriptions of the injuries they sustain.  We can see that – but not the moment of death for the animal.  Check it out and see what you think.