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The family of a friend of mine owns some chicken houses and some cattle. I used to hang out there and my friend would have to go in the chicken houses and pick up the dead ones every day. A few died every day. Conditions in chicken houses don't really bother me, but I admit that the expensive free-range organicly fed ones taste better. Maybe one day they'll just grow chicken meat in vats.
His cattle seemed pretty happy. They roamed around, there were plenty of shade tress and little creeks on their land. They took good care of them--helped the babies get born and got doctors for the sick cows. They even had names for many of them, but they never got sad when some were taken away to slaughterhouses.
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