24th April 2012
Which came first? Very clearly for my boss, it was the chicken. The ex-battery hens that she had been preparing months for finally arrived at the end of March. I have been super excited and look forward to my updates every morning, there always seem to be a funny story to tell as their little personalities are developing and she is getting used to handling them.
I am yet to meet them in person but from their first photos they looked to be in remarkably better condition than the horrors I have seen\concocted in my imagination. Close up they do have some bald spots but already the feathers are starting to grow back nicely.
After being told that they might not lay at all, to be greeted by five freshly laid eggs the very next day must have been a wonderful surprise. These hens would have been earmarked for slaughter due to a drop in their egg producing abilities not necessarily because they had stopped. A very sad fact of the intensive commerical farming practices today.
Ironically a month on and The Ladies are now in fact producing a surplus which has meant everyone at work has each received delicate prefectly formed gifts. I took my first batch home last week, complete with feathers and all.
I first saw vegan eggs mentioned on the Hen Heaven website, I have always wondered if I had my own hens, would I eat their eggs? The hens are not kept to produce eggs and would be slaughtered if not rescued so there is no cruelty involved, in fact their lives have been improved. Interesting I thought, and quite bold to declare eggs are suitable for vegans vegan friendly on your website because I am pretty sure there are vegans for which it would still be a big no no.
The feedback on The Ladies’ eggs has actually been interesting, very positive, even Mr Ikeda said he could taste the difference, more yolky and fluffy he reckoned. It makes me sad that battery hens have such terrible lives to the extent that it effects their eggs and actually defies the whole point, surely people want to eat eggs because they taste good? It makes no sense to me at all.
As it happens I have not had any desire to try the eggs, it seems my little vegan world is actually complete (well save for the perfect vegan cheese but doesn’t every vegan dream of that? :)). Plus I would rather my already egg consuming family eat the truly happy hen’s eggs instead of those from a hen they will never see and never know 100% for sure what kind of life it has had.
I am sure you have guessed that Sash and I are very much looking forward to visiting them. I am not sure if the Lil Man will quite understand the whole where food comes from thing yet, but I am glad to have the opportunity to show him if this is what you want to eat this is how it should be done.
The Ladies were saved via the British Hen Welfare Trust and will now be living happily ever after here. Yay!