Ok, I am gonna preach at you a bit here, under the guise of a Cute Animal Post.
Baby chicks are lovely. And then they grow into chickens. And then they are put into teeny weeny little cages and made to pump out eggs in teh battery farm. Listen, I’m no vegan. I love eggs hollandaise of a Sunday morning. And if you swap the ham for bacon, it’s even better. But seriously, let’s not fuck over the chickens. Buy Free Range. Check the fucking box and don’t let those fluffy bastards suffer while they make your breakfast omelette.
This Easter, make sure you get your real eggs from chickens that can kick a football around in the grass and have a cup of tea if they want. And then eat as much chocolate ones as you can before slipping into a diabetic coma. And tel your supermarket that’s what you want (free range, not the coma, they’ll supply that for free).
That is all.
* I stole this photo from google images and it was called “chicks, medicated” They don’t look like they are on drugs to me, but I’m just saying in the interests of full disclosure.