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During several nights, we took a total of 239 hens from cages and aviaries.
What can I say when it’s still the same and still the same? When the dust, the stench, the halls full of feathers, the screams of stolen lonely lives are not lost anywhere?
That sometimes it hurts a lot and sometimes even more? That it’s a kind of instinctual sadness? That one of the few moments when it’s better inside is the moment we leave the hall and a couple of hen girls with us? Time to smile that at least someone, at least a few lives, we took from that desperate industrial misery and out of unkind human hands.
I feel sorry for those who are staying behind in those halls, and more and more of myself stays there with them.
We thank everyone who provides safe homes, everyone who helps us find them and everyone who supports us, for example by a good word or by sending a message about rescued animals. This story is yours too.
