The Chicken and the Egg are a Team

Chicken Cruelty

I enjoy eggs sometimes. My dog and cats love fresh raw eggs in the morning, every day is like Christmas as they wait by the door as the sun rises and I share the bounty with them.

I have chickens that I love and work hard to give a good life, to keep healthy, because their health affects my health…and they bring life to my home, they are hilarious and fun to get to know.

I fail sometimes at knowing the right thing to do for them or getting things cleaned up in time…ok, I fail often.

But, I don’t miss letting them out with the sunrise and tucking them in at night, feeding them and giving them shelter, clean water and a territory of their own they can call home.

Occasionally something happens by accident, or weather, and one will get out. (they have a large run and I free range them when my dog is on a leash or crated)

This happened recently and my dog got one of my chickens…

Thankfully he survived, so now I’m caring for him the best I can, from daily skin treatments to hydrotherapy, which he loves the water on the wound that is healing. I can assure you I never could have predicted that there would be a day I would be spraying a chicken with a showerhead in a bathtub.

I keep the wound clean, take time to pet him and let him know I am sorry this happened, and he is appreciated. He knows 100% I’m helping him and that he is safe.

You can call me crazy, but our animals are not dumb, they are very wise.

It’s up to humans to deepen our connection with nature and increase our awareness in order to understand what they are trying to tell us.

The other day I was taping up something by the coop and one of my hen’s came over to me and stood by my ankle. She looked up and made some sounds that aren’t the usual egg-laying song or warning for danger. I looked at her and said, “What is it, can you show me?” She wanted me to follow her and took me right to the chicken door that had somehow gotten closed by accident. I opened it for her, she thanked me by letting me hold her close and she laid her chin on my arm and gave a little chicken purr…and she doesn’t like to be held, so I know this was her way of communicating as she wanted to go inside to lay her egg. We communicated; we worked together.

I’m not their owner; I’m their friend and steward. I recognize the symbiotic, be it sometimes painful, relationship we’re meant to have with the animal kingdom.

…and so, people now listen to the “experts,” who are so removed from nature they treat animals like objects, and step into fear over a non-existent bird flu that ignites more cruelty, suffering, and ignorance in the masses.

And people want to argue over egg prices, meanwhile never stopping to look at the barbaric cruelty of how they treat the birds that lay the eggs that make their way into a grocery store via horrific price, not in dollars, but in lost morality, lost heart, lost connection, lost….when still very young, they are considered done so then they are hauled off barely alive to a death far less humane than deserved.

Why not keep some hens in the backyard, give them a lovely little home, clean up the poop and shavings…it’s an investment, yes, but it’s also an investment in humanity, an investment in love, an investment in health, an investment in abundance, an investment in goodness, an investment in life! Or…support your local farmer…or a neighbor.

I’ve only had chickens for 2 years and I’ve learned more than any book or school could ever teach me. I’ve learned from other homesteaders, and I’ve made a lot of mistakes.

I have more respect now than ever for the farmers that free range and manage large flocks ethically, espcially without bowing to government threats and directives that are always harmful.

We’ve got to recognize the harm we do when we trust in companies that don’t respect nature, that only want to produce on conveyer belts of convenience and corporate interests.

Being sovereign doesn’t just mean freedom from unlawful constraints that don’t abide by Natural law, but each day trying to make better choices that align us with the “true” greater good…even when no one is looking, when no one is there to see what you’re doing, when there is no reward nor validation other than your own inherent peace that you did what you know in your heart was right….even if it’s hard…even if it’s not the status quo.

Power can be used for good by harnessing and retrieving our own energy that was stolen or given away and becoming a creator of our own lives. This power can also be used to do things like make a different choice with how to wield what power we do have, one that treats the sacredness of life with respect and honor…especially when used as nourishment. That nourishment holds a different energy signature when brutalized than that which was loved in a peaceful existence.

AND

Control can be used for good by controlling our inner greed, temptation and justifications…AND exercising that control over where we place our power, how we spend it…are we helping or hurting, are we doing something for self-gain or to feel more important, to pretend we have the upper hand …OR…are we exercising control over our own environments, creating lifestyles that are soulful sanctuaries inclusive of the natural world instead of inserting ourselves into it without recognizing the disruptiveness brought forth by pretending it’s not there..or that it’s bad.

When force is used as authoritarian bullies over other people, animals, systems, or things in our lives, we act like the overloads we despise…perhaps that is why so many consent to be ruled by power hungry heartless “false” leaders…because it hits a little too close to home and their own desires where they are unable to quelle the inner chaos…or unwilling.

It’s easy to point the finger….but it’s hard to say no, I will change…I do not consent to participating in an unjust system…I do not consent to supporting the barbarianism of the Babylonian ways even if the whole world says well ‘that’s normal”…”that’s rational”…”that’s just the way it is”… because that’s not just the way it is, that’s what humans have allowed.

The world normalizes the craziest things…like shipping baby chicks in the mail…how is this ok? I get creeped out when I see it…the beauty of new life packed into a box and shipped off like a delivery of grandma’s fudge…only it’s a living being? I just don’t get it.

I saw a video of these places vaccinating these babies and it made me so upset…there are no words to explain how grotesque and awful...and UNECESSARY this all is. Why is there a machine that squeezes chicks by the head and rotates them around in a robotic fashion for an injection that should not happen? WHY? This should not exist.

Humans, dogs, baby chicks pricked by the poison of this world before ever given a chance to thrive. If you think you are immune from this trauma, you are not…it hides around every nook and corner of existence and the only way out is through…the only way out is to STOP participating in its little poison apples of toxic darts and tempting sludge.

We’ve lost our way…we’ve got to slow down and open our eyes to the behaviors we deem “normal” …it’s time to be irrational…to find the NO…to tap into our bodies repulsion at things that don’t align…to feel when something is off and choose differently, despite the popularity and acceptance of mass compliance.

My point is, Chickens are not a robot, a machine, popping out eggs on an assembly line for humans to take-take-take. Their lives matter and it’s their eggs we’re TAKING, so the least we can do is give something back.

These massive commercial factory farms do not care for the sanctity of life, as we’ve seen by the culling for an invisible non-existent disease.

Nutrition holds energy beyond its nutritional value, was the chicken sick, barely alive, fed hormones and crap, confined in a cage? If so then, that egg holds information….and it’s screaming at humans to focus on deeper things…not whether the chicken or the egg came first, but that they are one in the same…. a team…. not separate.

Chickens offer us a healing gift representative of abundance, vitality and the miracle of life…. It’s time we started focusing on the exchange we have with them, and all sentient life.

The further we’re removed from picking up eggs in our back yard, the easier it is to close our eyes to the things that hurt our world, the corporate conglomerates who think animals are here to serve them, just like how they view you and your data, just like your production, just liked your energy….and we let them when we consent.

I’ve only had chickens for a few years, but I’ve learned a lot on what to do and what not to do for a predator proof coop and hopefully a happy existence for them. If only my dog would listen….argh…a story for another day!

I used to buy eggs in the grocery store without a thought to the potential depravity of their source, but now I know better. I certainly have many other areas to improve upon as well.

To grow as a more conscious society we need to talk about these things because the shift isn’t overnight, it’s gradual. Every choice we make impacts the whole. Every mistake we make is an opportunity for learning. Every time we extend compassion and care we lead with the heart. Every time we connect with the natural world, we are reminded that, like the chicken’s giving back, we owe life the same reciprocity and exchange, one of compassion and kindness…and a bit of being willing to be inconvenienced.

The cycle of life invites us to honor the whole, that death be made Holy, that life be honored, that the circle be unbroken and beauty be beholden…that we have a duty to lend a hand when the opportunity presents itself before us…that grace and gratitude become part of our days as we remember that we can exercise our power with a loving heart OR we can fall victim to the egregore that discards life, in all its forms, with no regard, that wield power for selfish gain without ever considering the lifeblood and lifeforce of a value exchange.

I give thanks for my little flock today, here’s a photo of a few of them chilling in the compost bin.

Anyhow, that’s my rant for the day.

Team chicken and egg are showing us the alchemical process…the golden egg yolk integrated into the inner knowing and abundance ever present…the inside out and the outside in meet in the womb of consciousness…the majestic rooster protecting his flock, the mystery held in the beauty of living a nourished life, not for the taking, but for the integrating, reciprocating, and venerating.

With love over easy,

Angela

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