Post by goodsproutrescue

When I met Hope, he was in a holding crate behind a booth where hundreds of thousands of his siblings were being slaughtered for a religious ritual called Kaporos. The crate was only a few feet away from the booth, but thanks to a conveniently parked truck it was blocked from the view of the butchers. Hope locked eyes with me and without really thinking about it I opened the crate, reached in and grabbed him. I put him in a tote I had with me and began making my way through the busy crowd, adrenaline coursing through my bloodstream as I prayed with everything I had that he would keep still and quiet until we were safely back to the car. Hope seemed to understand what was happening and stayed perfectly still until we rounded the corner of the block the ritual was taking place on. Then and only then did he let out one triumphant peep 🩷

Hope was liberated in October, and he has grown up into the most beautiful young man. Our sanctuary is home to eight Cornish Cross chickens, seven of them Kaporos survivors like Hope. These birds are sweet, friendly, and personable… it is unbelievable to me that anyone would hurt them or eat their bodies. I’m so glad that Hope is here and his life did not end that night. I wish we could have saved them all 💔