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This is very likely true for a lot of cases, but I think it goes beyond that. My chicken (singular right now, yes) is a pet. In fact, he's as much a pet as the blue front
amazon I had for most of my life and passed away this year. He's sweet, he cuddles, he watches TV with me, he sleeps in the deceased
amazon's parrot cage at night. Would I eat him? No, no I wouldn't. Did I have a problem culling out other rooster chicks when he was young? Nope. Though I'll admit the first time I accidently popped a birds head off I just about fainted.
I do animal rescue -full time, full tilt. I *save* animals, with a 5013c group. Hundreds of 'em a year. but thousands more, right in my county, don't get saved and die. I also support hunting, fishing, or back yard farming and butchery. I have a massive, massive issue with factory farming. You stick those things together and what you get is a very pragmatic view about the value of life and the value of animals.
I love my pets. I love animals. I believe animals have the right to good lives and to be treated humanely. I rage at the mistreatment and abuse of animals. I just do not believe that every life CAN be saved, and I do not believe that humanely killing a mean rooster -and eating it- is anything but eons better than a biting dog that's put down, or that that rooster's funadmentally different from the one sleeping in my lap right now.
It's a chicken. It's made out of chicken. I eat chicken. Loving my pet chicken doesn't mean it's not... chicken. THIS one won't be taking a bath in hot oil any time soon, but I don't have much issue raising and slaughtering meat birds, either. At least morally, ethically, or with nausea. Space. Space I'm lacking.