Millions of Ghost Chicks

August 12th, 2008 - 3:02pm by Slye Fox

Subnormality delivers once again.

See how an egg
barn works here.

...Eggs only come from female chickens, right? Millions of 'em, stuck in those factory farm cages laying eggs year-round. And they have to be replaced every two years, so that means new hens are constantly being bred to keep egg production going. But what about all the male chickens that are inevitably being hatched too? No use to the egg industry, right? Well, all those millions of male chicks -- tiny, day-old chicks -- are gathered up and slaughtered in a high-speed grinder! Millions every year! A level of death unprecedented in nature -- just think about that.

And then think about this: If a ghost is the restless spirit of a creature that has died violently, then just think of all the ghost chicks that are roaming the streets under your feet. Billions of fuzzy little babies wandering confusedly around looking for their mothers and never finding them, sheltering from the rain under discarded newspapers, pecking in futility at crumbs of food -- unable to understand their own intangibility. Billions of tiny little souls, gliding among the blades of grass in a city park, running from dogs that can't even see them, never growing up, spending eternity in confused anguish because no-one can help them. Millions more joining their numbers each year...

I love the image of millions of forever lost ghost chicks wandering for eternity. I imagine the cubicle next to mine is probably full of 'em -- more sneaking in each time the front door opens.