There is beauty in death, and mystery. And for our resident unicorn, Bill, more than a little magic. So often we humans see death through a lens of fear instead of embracing the mystery of the unknown. Bill had the kind of death we all hope for; a peaceful slipping away, a release from the pain of a chronic bone infection and subsequent crippling due to his selectively bred genetics. A drifting off to the Other Side, cozy in his bed after a lovely breakfast surrounded by those he loved most. This was not the death intended for Bill. Born on a Northern California farm raising turkeys for “humane” lunchmeat, he was meant to be killed at 5 months old for a sandwich. Commercially raised turkeys are not protected under animal welfare laws. Standard practice is to shackle them upside down by their feet, slit their throats with a rotating blade, and then place them in scalding tanks meant to loosen their feathers. Many who miss the blade are boiled alive. If this makes you sick to your stomach, that’s good. It should deeply trouble every compassionate person. If you’re still eating animals and justifying it with religion, culture, tradition, “humane washing,” sensory pleasure or anything else, you are quite literally paying for this to happen. Hard to hear? We know; we‘ve been there and have felt the shame and sadness. But just think how much harder it is to be the turkey. Once we know better, we must do better. As we did for Bill. As we will continue to do for all animals. Please join us and go vegan for Bill. Peace begins on your plate. #seeyouontheotherside #veganforhim #loveoneanother #friendsnotfood (at Blackberry Creek Farm Animal Sanctuary) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnP2xNEyVqm/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
