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Le regard de Sadie (ang) et autres textes

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On a cool, foggy morning I crouch next to her, scratching her neck as she stretches, and angles for the optimal position. The emerging sun glints off her hair, reflects back. She looks into my eyes. I gaze back into brown-black pools of what? Intelligence? Thought? Emotions? That and more? We had never communicated like this before – she, a cow; me, a human. For years, I tried to make eye contact, to convey my love, respect, joy at being near her. And, she would look away, shake her head, throw off my advances. Not today.

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The Stare of Sadie - 28/01/10
http://challengeoppression.com/2010/01/28/the-stare-of-sadie/

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Un autre texte très émouvant, le journal d'une poule rescapée, écrit aussi par Marji Beach, qui travaille à Animal Place, refuge pour animaux de ferme.


February 14, 2003


I am born. For 21 days, I was cells splitting until I was embryo and then fetus and then me, really me. Deep down inside, I waited for her voice, a sound I would identify as mother and safe. I listened for my sisters and brothers, straining with tiny, avian ears for their calls. Silence.

Imagine my surprise when I pecked and jabbed – without any maternal assistance, mind you – my way through that self-contained, chick-nourishing egg shell and no one was there! I expected great fanfare, clucking and talking, all sorts of sounds. Cheep!! Cheep!!! CHEEP! Nothing. Abandoned.

February 15, 2003

There are thousands of us here. We are a large army of tiny birds. I imagine there are tens of thousands of us, yellow and fluffy with down, and we are loud! Some of us call for mothers, still ever hopeful. Some of us are calling to each other, asking what it’s like over there in laundry basket #250.

I’m not talking, though. I’m pretty certain those two-legged giants are not good, not mother, not sister, not father, not brother. Foe. Enemy. They are grabbing us up by the hundreds and throwing us onto conveyor belts. This cannot be good.

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Sarah’s Diary: Remembering - 14/02/10
http://challengeoppression.com/2010/02/09/sarahs-diary-remembering/

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