let us be horrified by the criminal and indeed unconscionable mistreatment of against animals that occurred at Foster Farms recently. But let us also remember that mistreatment is occurring on a much broader scale in the meat industry.
I can live with rabbits in my garden, even if I don't like them. Let's do all we can to people whose homes are in or around national parks and protected areas, to live with wildlife that they would likewise prefer to live without.
The concept was simple and, I believe, both reasonable and good: that is, these birds, typically kept alive for about 2 years, ought to have enough space to be able to move around more freely with room to stand up, sit down, and fully extend wings.
In certain hip, locavore, foodie parts of the country (Brooklyn, Berkeley, Cambridge, etc.) the trend recently has been to raise your own chickens. From what I know from people that have them, it's more work than just letting the birds run around the yard looking good and eating bugs.
I'll never forget where I was the day I heard Lady Gaga crow for the first time. Not the singer, but my chicken, a particularly beautiful little guy with flashy feathers and a gorgeous, larger-than-life swagger.