James Herriot:
I hope to make people realize how totally helpless animals are, how dependent on us, trusting as a child must that we will be kind and take care of their needs.
Ching Ching, the Little Chick
My niece rescued a little chick from being eaten. She brought it home and named it Ching Ching, meaning Pure. In the beginning, it would follow my niece around as if it was afraid of being abandoned. After a week, I started to look after the baby bird because my niece was too busy.
A chick needs constant care during its first month. Before its feathers are fully grown, it is highly susceptible to illness and has to be kept indoors to keep out the drafts. Its fine down coat of fluffy feathers cannot protect it well from the winds and cold. It requires the right temperature, clean fresh water and food, and dry bedding. It has to be kept warm, safe, and protected from predators.
Ching Ching is very likable because it is so tiny, delicate, adorable, and has a sweet repertoire of chirps. It is fragile but not timid. There are instances where it behaves in a remarkably bold and fearless manner. It enjoys being treated gently and responds amiably to kindness.
If Ching Ching can see us, it will appear relaxed or calm. It can even doze off while perching on my finger or palm. But whenever we are out of its sight, it begins to chirp almost incessantly. Just like an infant crying for its mother. It is incredibly babyish in an endearing way. When one is near Ching Ching, it may cheep softly.
It also notices and remembers that I use a blue foot stool to sit on when I bring food or treats. So it starts getting spiritedly excited whenever I move the blue foot stool. Ching Ching delights in being hand-fed and resting on people’s hand.
It also notices and remembers that I use a blue foot stool to sit on when I bring food or treats. So it starts getting spiritedly excited whenever I move the blue foot stool. Ching Ching delights in being hand-fed and resting on people’s hand.
Mencius:
When I see those who are alive,
I do not wish to see them die.
When I hear their sounds,
I cannot bear to eat their flesh.
When I see those who are alive,
I do not wish to see them die.
When I hear their sounds,
I cannot bear to eat their flesh.
Millions and billions of chickens are heinously treated every day. In modern layer (egg producing) factories, countless live male chicks are immediately dumped into the trash plastic containers or atrociously destroyed in high-speed grinders. There are no laws to protect them from being shockingly abused, cruelly mutilated, mercilessly eaten, or brutally killed by people!
Romain Rolland:
Thousands of animals (now billions) are butchered every day
without a shadow of remorse. It cries vengeance upon all the human race.
Thousands of animals (now billions) are butchered every day
without a shadow of remorse. It cries vengeance upon all the human race.
