#eatmorchikin
The lights never go out here. I don't know how long I've been in this place. Time is measured in feedings, in the shuffle of feet, in the endless chorus of nervous clucks. We are packed so tightly together that I barely remember what it feels like to stretch my wings. But today is different. The gate opened. The old hens at the back stopped making noise when it happened. They only stared. I've seen birds leave through that gate before. Hundreds of them. None have ever returned. The workers entered carrying crates. Their boots splashed through the filth beneath us. One by one they grabbed chickens fr...Read more
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