The prejudice began when the parents started making small talk with “Farm Lady.” They began asking, “How did you dye them?, Do you dip them? Does it hurt the little babies? Will they stay that color? Will the other animals shun them because they don’t look like them?”
Club management asked the “farm lady” to stop bringing them. We go to the clubs Easter brunch and egg hunt because we have three little boys who want to see the cool neon alternative chicks. They are amazing. “Farm Lady” brings bunnies, snakes, iguanas, and other critters, and she used to bring a few colored chicks and ducks.
She is always so patient as she explains to the parents that they don’t “dip” them. That they inject the egg with food coloring, (just like we have in our human food and the same way scientist track wild bird movements). That only the chicks down is colored and it will fall out soon and then they will be back to their regular color. She explains that they are raised to be shared for a couple of weeks, as part of her traveling petting zoo, and then they will go off to live at a local farm just like a regular chicken or duck.
For crying out loud, I want to shout, “You just fed your kids processed chicken nuggets! Those “nugget chickens” were raised in horrible conditions and probably never even got to walk in actual grass. Chances are they ground off their beaks so they couldn’t peck each other to death. They were likely injected with hormones to produce larger breasts. Shut your traps.
The “Farm Lady” rocks. I was raised on a farm. I have asked her questions. I have stood next to her while three boys have to pet, hold and usually figure out a way to “wear” each of her critters. She is patient and kind and makes sure the kids are gentle and she herself is gentle. She gives these country club kids a chance to touch and hold animals that most people 100 years ago had in their backyards. Animals they had to care for and then eventually eat.
She gives kids an opportunity to touch other beings. It may lead to some of these children gaining more respect for creatures that we share the world with. It’s just a green chicken.
My boys looked forward to these neon, fluffy, make-you-happier-than-a-Cadbury-Egg- chicks. Do you know how happy it makes me when my kids are more excited about something they don’t get to eat and that causes one of their combined 16 cavities, (per our last family dentist appointment). Do not judge. Yes, they brush.
Or this one…
or “The $hit my kid says is better than your dad’s $hit.”
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Before you start chewing me out…They are not being sold.
- Dyeing Easter Chicks Raises Concern Over Animal Welfare (ecorazzi.com)