Đó là một buổi chiều cuối năm vào tháng Giêng và hoàng hôn rơi xuống, cho mặt trời đi xuống sớm tại thời điểm này trong năm ở Thụy Điển. Kính cửa sổ là tối. Nếu tôi cố gắng, tôi có thể nhìn thấy ba cơ quan chống lại nền tảng này rõ ràng hơn bao giờ hết. Làm thế nào họ xoắn và lần lượt, như thể họ vẫn còn sống. | Butchers Knives into Pruning Hooks The hours pass and the visit is soon over. We lie quiet. It is a late afternoon in January and dusk is falling for the sun goes down early at this time of year in Sweden. The windowpane is dark. If I try I can see the three bodies against this background - clearer than ever. How they twist and turn as if they were still alive. The legs the Achilles tendon and the backbone against the stainless steel and the plastic curtain - all in that strange green fluorescent light. How quickly time passes on these Sunday visits Annika says turning towards me. There is no killing on weekends at the Skovde slaughterhouse. But operations resume tomorrow on Monday. 173 13 Opening Cages Opening Eyes An Investigation and Open Rescue at an Egg Factory Farm Miyun Park The nervous chatter stopped abruptly as if a mute button had been pressed. The glow of downtown Washington . had long since been replaced by the light of an occasional bedroom lamp shining through a farmhouse window. The potholed city roads made way for smooth highways leading to rural Maryland. We were there. We peered through the dark hoping the absence of shadows and sound meant no one was inside - except for the 800 000 hens. We weren t even in one of the nine windowless buildings yet we could smell the stench of thousands of pounds of excrement disease and death. As confident as we could be we ran from our surveillance spot to the nearest shed. When we tried the door it opened. So far so good. The literature on factory farming is extensive. Industry journals detail inhumane - yet standard - practices with cold detachment. Video and photographic evidence of abuse and neglect obtained by animal protectionists provide disturbing visuals. Yet knowing about the horrors of animal agriculture and of the battery cage system in particular - indisputably one of the most abusive factory farming practices today - could not prepare me for what I would see smell and feel once inside a massive
