It seems strange to think that there was a big chunk of my life when I never thought about animals dying in agonising pain to end up as a strip of brown stuff on my plate. That kind of thing seemed so normal.
Chicken farming, in particular, is the epitome of life is cheap. ‘Everyday’ whole chickens sell for £2.48 at Tesco. All that suffering for £2.48. The numbers are crazy, close to one billion little lives wiped out each year in the UK alone. So much cruelty on a mind-boggling scale. And so often excused by ignorance: “but chickens are stupid”, “they don’t feel or have emotions” and even, “are chickens animals?”