IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
I don’t find investigating factory farms easy. It does not matter how many times I have clambered over fences in the thick of night drawing towards some ominous concrete ugliness, I always feel a sickness in the pit of my belly. It’s not just the thought of confronting what our species does to the animals inside the sheds, it’s because I’m frightened for my own safety, and the safety of my friends. I’m not that brave.
It has meant though, that I've looked into the eyes of the animals who are incarcerated. Those who have known nothing but a life of relentless, gnawing pain and utter frustration.