I'll never understand why people have a problem with shooting wild animals for their meat in Africa, yet are perfectly okay with eating animals that were imprisoned in claustrophobic cages, relentlessly pumped with hormones, knee-deep in their own excrement, their fur falling out
My granddad was terrible. He used to keep some quails, which as a young boy I befriended and became very close to. One day, after a delicious meal, he told me he'd just served me my little friends!
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Ok, I can see how that would have been upsetting. Though I played with rabbits, poussins in the fields & had no qualms about eating them
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