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We broke in a factory farm where rabbits are caged in dark place just to breed more and more bunnies until they reach the sufficient weight to be slaughtered. From that cage we took rabbit mom and 10 little white tufts with legs. I asked our rescuing partner, girl who calls herself “Bird” to write a few sentences about things she saw and how she experienced them. (MK)
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The driver stops the car on the edge of the forest, we get out and take our tools. He drives away we approach the object and try to hide in the shadow of the forest, where is silence. The closer we are to the factory farm, the worse the smell gets. The stink means that the buildings are full of animals. What a sad confirmation.
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Lukas helps me to pull myself up to the window. It’s a small window and the nails are protruding out of its old frame. About two meters below me I see the chicks. I climb down to them, stand there for a moment and look around. I see those who are alive beeping, running and laying around. I see those who are dead in various stages of decay. The same view as many times before.
We’ve been trying to get into this building for a long time and now it finally worked out. This was the so-called cage-free factory farm. We call it a carpet. That’s because as chicks grow up, you can’t see the floor, it’s just one chick crammed next to another, it’s basically a carpet made of bodies.
On our way to new home for rescued animals we are driving through the night forest. Three ducks are chatting in the trunk and one duck is heavily breathing and resting on my colleague’s lap. She puts her beak in to the plastic lid with water and drinks a little bit. Then she puts her head in colleague’s hands and falls asleep.
The hell, projected out of business and indifference, those ten long white houses with tinny barn door that Luke and my close relatives opened, has 4 less inhabitants.
This report contains six actions and 109 rescued animals altogether.
This message contains three rescues at once. In the first one, we took twenthy hens, in the second one five and in the third one eighteen hof them. New rescuer joined us in two of these events. I asked her to write a few sentences. (MK)
We saved 48 hens from suffering, crying and waiting for death. We saved them from a place made for trader’s profit that politicians protect and consumers pay for. We did not ask any of them. Why should we???
We’ve climbed the fence, opened the door and took the hens out of that place.
Now they are in new homes with people who make the world a better place for them. Now they can spread their wings and run free. They have sun instead of artificial light. Fresh air instead of a fan. Weaker ones can hide from the stronger ones.
It is not normal that animals are kept in such conditions and for such purposes. It is normal that we do not leave them there.
We had to divide this rescue into two actions.
Girls from Institut úzkosti (Institute of Anxious) found new homes for twenty hens. So we went to take them. When I was taking the eleventh hen, our rescue guard was informing us, that the security guard at this area, begun his walk. We took the twelfth hen, locked the metal door of this hall, and climbed the fence to field, where we were waiting until the security is gone.
We were here few days ago. We saw a motherfucker in overall screaming ať the sows and we saw that same motherfucker throwing squaling piglet into a friend`s car trunk and his friend leaving with him as fast as he could. We saw sows waiting for their first birth and sows laying in cages with piglets running around. We saw dead little rearing pig being nibbled by others and then we realized that he’s not dead because he raised his head and look at them.
We rescued 4 hens. They will not die in a cage or a slaughterhouse. We took them to kind people to their new homes. Now they can spread their wings and run free. They have sun insted of artificial light. Fresh air instead of a fan. Weaker ones can hide from the stronger ones.
We smell terrible stench for a long time before we arrive at the spot. We scrape through by hole in the fence and continue towards the nearest building. When we open the doors the stench and heady air almost strike us across the face.
We are coming in and fall through and glide on something what should be a litter but its only a film from faeces and straw. This is the only living space for these water birds!
We rescued 12 hens. They will not die in a cage or a slaughterhouse. We took them to kind people to their new homes. Now they can spread their wings and run free. They have sun insted of artificial light. Fresh air instead of a fan. Weaker ones can hide from the stronger ones.
We rescued 8 hens. They will not die in the cage or in the slaughterhouse. We took them to their new homes. To kind people who caress them and will never hurt them. To those people who let them run in the grass, rake them, let them dust bath, warm up in the sun, swirl the snow with their wings.
Wet, dirty bedding and stench around the whole facility. The birds are screaming and are just as dirty and smelly as their living space. I hear Lukáš say that it is disgusting. I take out the camera to make few pictures and I look around that huge shed. It is brimming with unhappiness. So many animals have only this and then onto the slaughterhouse. And we have a home only for two of them.
Dead duck, another over there, one lying on her back breathing heavily, another one nearby.
Lukáš is opening the bag, I am catching ducks and putting them in. We close, leave and we will be back.
Plague and cholera to those who keep on feeding this. And not to forget, Merry Christmas.
A rabbit mom gives birth eight times every year. She does not want to but she has to. Each time there will be 7-10 little rabbits. After 78-82 days they are declared mature nough for the slaughter and they will be killed.
We took one mom and her ten kids from such a place. We drove them to the safety. To people who won´t kill them.
Thanks to those who offered their homes.
