Someone brought up the idea of a chicken rescue drive. All I could think of that there is nothing in an overpopulation of chickens that I couldn't personally solve with enough charcoal and barbecue rub. Bring on to me all the homeless chickens, they will find a place in this world right next to the salad and potatoes.
This also reminds me of a class I was in where we were examining a giant old growth tree. The two teachers of this class were from very polar fields. One had run a lumber mill in Forks Washington. The other was a conservation and recreation officer with Olympic National park. The one teacher gazed upon this tree in all it's splendor and said I look at this tree and think to myself of the board feet of clear quality wood contained. The other told of the people from far and wide who would come to visit and appreciate this tree and in that effect there was value.
The debate between ecotourism, commercial harvest, and armchair interests begins. All interested parties, all with money to gain from the exploitation of a tree. It's no wonder the national forests are in such crappy shape.
So to that effect I admit - I see a chicken and I see meat. Just as I see a cow and see steaks and burgers. It doesn't mean I don't like those animals, I appreciate them greatly both as creatures, but it also means that I understand what they are to my society. It's just one man's pet is another man's dinner.



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