DH and I are rolling up I-55 toward Chicago and I'm on my phone reading the forums. I just looked over my shoulder as we passed a semi in the darkness and what is he hauling? A couple hundred cages full of beautiful, white hens. Presumably off to the slaughter house. Poor things are packed together, their feathers wildly flapping in the wind, their heads tucked down. They just look miserable on their trek of doom. They've never experienced being loved the way all of our birds have.