It has been a long time since I have last told you a story, but the truth is that apart from taking the Ester week off, I have been busy with other things. Anyway, I am going on and on and I better get focused. I just wanted to tell you that we have rescued 200 chickens from a henhouse. Those kind of chickens that are typically abused to get their eggs. Those kind of chickens that live their entire lives in a cage and when they are no longer profitable they are taken to the slaughterhouse, being this their last and only chance to ever see the sunlight.
To tell you the truth, this is one of the rescues I feel more proud about. Because before this, I never understood why rescuing chickens could be this important. It seems such a small grain of sand in the desert! We rescued 200 but in that same place, one million hens were sacrificed! I have become a hen´s fan because although it is only 200 hens, they are 200 animals that are living freely, enjoying the sun, the ground, enjoying each other’s company and also the company of a rooster, who, by the way feels the happiest among everybody else! For me, it has been very touchy to have been part of the team that, despite all the selfishness that we, as humans, bear, has been able to release these animals into a more natural life. To participate in their rediscovery of joy for life. They came with us inside their little cages, behaving like “eggs makers”, instead of animals. We brought them and when we opened their cages they didn’t want to step out, they couldn’t even walk. I opened their doors expecting them to run away searching for freedom, but nothing further from reality. They had spent their entire life inside a cage and they could not walk. We them took them out (many of them feathersless) and wherever we put them, they would stay altogether, still and fearful. These last few days it has been raining dogs and cats in Medina, but they wouldn’t look for a refuge under one of the booths built for them. Instead Simonetta and I would have to take them one by one and put them inside the henhouse all soaked. We kept them there for days and little by little they started learning. At the beginning they didn’t know how to reach a pole to rest. They just would get close to each other looking for protection and heat, so much heat that we have lost 20 of them from suffocation. They had even lost their instinct for hatching their eggs and all their animal instincts. Even more, one of them who had a dislocated leg was put inside the henhouse and spent a week without moving at all.
Fortunately Mother Nature is wise and has taken care of this. Many of the hens have stayed with us for several weeks already and now they behave “naturally”. When they see me coming in, they follow me running and flapping their wings, because they know I am bringing them food. They dig on the floor, lay on the ground and lift their wings to catch warmth, they have sand baths, climb to the poles, sing, lay eggs in the nests, eat grass, feel a cock on them although they do not know very well what is that for and no one has died anymore.
And when I come in, they come to welcome me and this may sound strange, but I can see a smile on their beaks and happiness glowing in their eyes. It is probably silly but I think they are now happy hens and they repeat it to me every time I see them. Now I say that we have adopted chickens and I am proud to be able to give them an enjoyable life and be able to restore some of how much they have done for us. I am a chicken fan. I am given so many bites, hugs, purrs and now also loving cackles.
PS. The limping chicken is still alive and is very funny to see how it moves as is hopping from place to place, and the last news is that they are starting to have some feathers and they just look lovely funny.