This little piggy went to market
I had the best chips I have eaten since the last time I was in Superbites in Crossmaglen today. Does that sentence make sense? I am not sure.
Really. The best chips. Crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside. I ordered a large portion too, since it may well be some time before I am back that way again.
I even threatened to take Mrs M all that way to sample the chips as I extolled their virtues when I arrived home. Whether she holds me to this is another matter.
I needed those chips today as this morning I saw the ugly side of food production.
I saw some animal husbandry that was, as a colleague pointed out to me since I am ignorant of the facts, cleaner than average.
It was intensive pig farming.
An animal that is reputedly more intelligent than "man's best friend" the dog.
I saw stillborn piglets lying in a heap, I saw a dead sow with many more dead piglets and I saw into the eyes of pigs that were alive and what I saw made me shiver.
Maybe I was anthropomorphising, hard to tell. I can still see their eyes now.
I have been at other intensive animal rearing facilites and each time it just reinforces my feeling that it, as a practice, is inherently wrong.
Old style small holdings, the way things used to be before the industrialisation of agriculture, need to be brought back.
Really. The best chips. Crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside. I ordered a large portion too, since it may well be some time before I am back that way again.
I even threatened to take Mrs M all that way to sample the chips as I extolled their virtues when I arrived home. Whether she holds me to this is another matter.
I needed those chips today as this morning I saw the ugly side of food production.
I saw some animal husbandry that was, as a colleague pointed out to me since I am ignorant of the facts, cleaner than average.
It was intensive pig farming.
An animal that is reputedly more intelligent than "man's best friend" the dog.
I saw stillborn piglets lying in a heap, I saw a dead sow with many more dead piglets and I saw into the eyes of pigs that were alive and what I saw made me shiver.
Maybe I was anthropomorphising, hard to tell. I can still see their eyes now.
I have been at other intensive animal rearing facilites and each time it just reinforces my feeling that it, as a practice, is inherently wrong.
Old style small holdings, the way things used to be before the industrialisation of agriculture, need to be brought back.