Storm

It was pouring on the drive to the abattoir. It was pouring when I walked in to the abattoir. It was pelting down as I took my camera out from under my jacket to start taking photos. The storm that night was just starting. I walked past her in the crate a few times. I […]

Bronte

Bronte used to live at a commercial caged egg farm in northern Victoria. The farmer got rid of all his hens, most likely due to closing down his business or due to early depopulation (these girls were a lot younger than the usual 18 month olds that get sent to slaughter), and sent all of […]

Clover

Often in battery egg farms, we find hens walking around on the floor, out of the cages. We call them “floor girls”. How do those girls get out of the cages? We think they are taken out by workers who think they look ill. Perhaps the hens struggle and the workers drop them and then […]