Call me naive, but apparently I am the last to know about the nasty egg industry.
It all started innocently enough--with my impulsive urge to take home a few fluffy baby chicks the other day. As they were being packed into their little chicken box, I nonchalantly asked the feed store lady if they were boys or girls. "All girls", she replied.
Curious, but I didn't give it much further thought.
That is, until I started leafing through my assortment of raising hippie chicken books;- where I read I wouldn't know the genders of my chicks until they reached three or four weeks of age...so what gives?
Enter the Google search -- and a whole new meaning of "sexting chicks". Apparently any modern chicken farm, (especially the big commercial ones) sexes their chicks. (All without the help of an iphone, ha)--but done by some poor clod that squeezes their "vent" (ahem).
But then comes the cruel part--the cute fuzzy boy chicks are immediately destroyed (and I will spare the gruesome, gruesome details)-- as they are not considered as economically "viable" as the chick chicks! They aren't even raised for meat, because meat birds are top heavy mutants with large chests!....yuck.
So I just swore off eggs. Even organic, cage free eggs--they all "sex chicks". And unfortunately I will be waiting twenty weeks for my little fluff balls to start laying their own....
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