The countryside is littered with farms, most of them easily accessible. We’d scouted this place a few night before and knew the layout. We crept past the farmers house, with the lights still on, and headed quickly to the chicken sheds. Thousands of laying hens in tiny metal cages locked away from fresh air, daylight and grass. It doesn’t take much to help.
We took as many as we had homes for and, carrying a heavy load, walked back past their abusers house towards a better life.
We dedicate this action to Marius Mason and everyone locked up.
Keep your nights busy until every cage is empty and broken.