ChickenOut

I've Hatched

My life as a broiler chicken starts when, just like thousands of other chicks, I hatch from my egg in an industrial incubator. Using the egg tooth on my beak I break through the shell.

In a tray with many other chicks we are wheeled in an incubator cart to where people in white remove our old shells. Half hatched and deformed chicks go off in a different direction, disappearing down a shoot. It all happens really quickly. The chicks like me that are left, get sprayed with vaccine and sorted on a conveyor belt into trays to be sent to the broiler shed.

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