I've just upset myself massively and had to go find a feathery soul to cuddle to reassure myself that we are getting there slowly...that the beautiful children my friends are having may yet see a kinder world.
I ended up on the IG 'discover feed' just now and I usually avoid that. I know I'll find weightlifters because Treat Man lifts, the accounts I already follow, and vegan stuff which is just so heartbreaking.
At Christmas time last year I finally cut out dairy from my 80% veggie lifestyle. I'd not eaten meat for years but I did still eat fish and cheeses. I don't know why I did it at last really. I ran out of excuses perhaps....that, and I found #fortheloveofmarshy who lived at @LeftysPlace.
I suppose a turning point was that my best girl went from "hotdogs are my favourite" to full on vegan lifestyle overnight. After I told her why I avoid anything with egg as an ingredient on the packaging she hit Google and clicked on link after link until she had seen so much horror that she knew she couldn't unsee. How brave, to click on, to keep going, when all you see creases your brow and twists your diaphram.
Today I was brave too. I scrolled through the feed of @TonyKanal and @animalequality. The words from influential people who've seen the experiences of their food and clothes are inspirational and devastating all at once. I really don't know if I could watch it but I was reminded why my choice to try and remove animal products industries from my life is worth the faff; why it's important that we keep working to cut out wool, leather and milk too; and why listening and enthusiastically explaining my choices again and again in a way that is friendly and not judgemental needs my effort.
We keep hens as pets for their personalities, their innocence, love and trust.
I hope that perhaps people see them, love them, and decide they can't quite stomach that Mr Kipling cake which uses eggs from caged birds as cuddly as Felicity and as sassy as Daphne; that they choose the gnocchi in the lemon sauce as the most animal-free menu option over the creamy chicken pie listed because a chicken as frowny as Nancy or giddy as Ivy lived and died horribly for it.