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On Small, Local Farms

If the happy meat movement has done anything in addition to making needless killing acceptable, it has glorified the "small, local farm."

Deb Durant of Invisible Voices volunteers weekly at Poplar Spring Animal Sanctuary in Maryland, where many of the residents are survivors of small, local (and/or) family farms. Last week, Deb guest posted about goats Jeremy and Lenny over at Stephanie's Change.org Animal Rights blog. I must confess a preoccupation with goats despite never having met one. Their mischievous, playful nature frankly reminds me of my husband, but that's another story. Goats, of course, do not exist to amuse me. But like the human I am, I tend to gravitate toward qualities I appreciate–in humans and nonhumans alike.

Naturally, the photos of Jeremy and Lenny don't disappoint, and I could look at them all day. But these words struck me as much as the photos:

I see the wonder that is life, and I know that there is no taste in the world that can be worth taking life away, whether through death or through exploitation and slavery. Being vegan does not mean I suffer a tasteless world; it is more like a culinary adventure. Veganism is just the start of the ethical considerations that come into play, but it is the cornerstone.

Thank you Stephanie and Deb.

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  1. "Jeremy and Lenny don't disappoint". Right you are!

    A feed/grain place I get hen food from had 2 pigmy goats in a small cage inside their store since before Christmas… Everytime I went in there… I petted what my fingers could reach through the wire. And I left wishing I had the land to take set them free – No one has "bought" them still… But thankfully, the manager has now provided them with a (somewhat) larger outdoor pen. I suppose it's better than where they were. But still – they really need to be on land enough to kick and run and roughhouse. Goats are really very cool 🙂

    "I see the wonder that is life, and I know that there is no taste in the world that can be worth taking life away"… And as with "my" hens – I'm reminded from time to time, as I watch them in their own beingness, that I literally know what their flesh tastes like… As you can imagine, this is a difficult thought to work through. Because now, I totally understand and agree "no taste in the world"… not even close. And I'm left wondering… what on earth was I (not) thinking "then"?

    March 9, 2009
  2. Deb #

    Mary, thanks for posting about it!

    Glad you both enjoyed the pics. Hard to go wrong with the boys!

    March 9, 2009

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