I have been thinking about this quite a bit, trying to put myself in others' shoes. I'm not sure how I would behave were I in that same situation. Government officials, who likely view chickens as livestock primarily, coming to my door to grab my beautiful chickens by their legs (which terrifies them), shove them in a garbage can in piles, and gas them? Chickens I took in for the purpose of raising in order to have eggs from hens who are cared for and given the best life possible, creatures who I feel have the same right to happiness? Living, sentient beings who have personalities and emotions?
Iris, who is shy but curious. Zinnia, who is confident and clever. Aster, who is quiet and docile. Poppy, who is a very devoted mother to baby Bryony.
I promised to keep them from harm, and I'd be forced to sit by idly, helplessly as they die. Yeah. I'd be emotional. I might even be hysterical and say stuff I didn't really mean. I'd definitely be traumatized. Do I understand the science behind the euthanasia? Sure, but sometimes irrational love trumps logic.
Iris, who is shy but curious. Zinnia, who is confident and clever. Aster, who is quiet and docile. Poppy, who is a very devoted mother to baby Bryony.
I promised to keep them from harm, and I'd be forced to sit by idly, helplessly as they die. Yeah. I'd be emotional. I might even be hysterical and say stuff I didn't really mean. I'd definitely be traumatized. Do I understand the science behind the euthanasia? Sure, but sometimes irrational love trumps logic.