Quotes About Livestock

Venía de una familia con los padres, la esposa, el hijo, los siervos, el perro, los rebaños y el ganado. Un equilibrio casi divino.

The best way to control cow and sheep is to give them a big grazing field.

Jacob: I've never seen so much manure. Wade: Baggage stock horses. They pack'em in 27 a car. Jacob: how do you stand the smell? Wade: what smell?

Slaves, like oxen and sheep, were known as 'live money'.

An area of land used for crops will feed about ten times as many people as the same area of land used for grass-fed beef.

Factory farm animals cannot walk, run, stretch freely, or be part of a family or herd. True, many wild animals die from adverse conditions or are killed by predators; but animals kept in farms do not live for more than a fraction of their normal life span either. [The factory farm] deprives animals of their most basic natural activity, the search for food. The result is a life of utter boredom, with nothing at all to do but lie in a stall and eat.

Malcolm opened the door of the little shed and busied himself lighting the stove. He used the stove to warm the shed so that he could bring the lambs in and warm them. Most hill lambs are hardy and need little care, but some of them, when they arrive in a cold wet world, decide it is not worth the struggle. It was Malcolm's job to coax them to live and usually he succeeded.

I spent a week in Wensleydale with a real vet called Jack Watkinson, living with him and going out on calls at 4 A. M. Sticking my hand up cows' bums became second nature. I got really good at it.

When I was really little, I wanted to be a vet. My four older siblings and I grew up on my dad's beef farm near Bolton, and I loved all our animals.

You think he should turn to dairying and livestock," Kathleen said. "It would be easier and more profitable than trying to farm lowland clay." "You may be right," she told him ruefully. "But in this part of England, breeding livestock is not considered as respectable as working the land." "What the devil is the difference? Either way, one ends up shoveling manure.

I know a rancher like you down below Hell's Canyon. He runs about six cows and five thousand sheep. But he calls himself a cattleman.

Some farmers, being warned that the bacterial count in their tank is creeping up, will pour chlorine bleach directly into the milk. There are some, despite warnings, who continue practices that allow cow dung to get into the milking machine.

Factory farming is the practice whereby hogs and chickens live out their lives in such close confinement that sows cannot even turn around to see their piglets, which must suckle under a steel barrier, and a hen can't even stand up and flap her wings after her egg rolls away down a conveyor belt.

Vivre d'un troupeau, c'est en grande partie le parasiter quelle que soit la préocupation qu'on ait de son bien-être. Nous sommes à la fois le législatif et l'exécutif. On ne peut enfermer des animaux dans une étreinte intéressée sans aller à l'encontre de leur nature. La démarche soucieuse de vivre avec et non de peut déjà atténuer l'arbitraire. Il s'agit alors de vivre des réciprocités. (p.238)

This one is named Eve, I said. And don't check my teeth like I'm your livestock. I bite back.

on a ranch I believe I would have been called the choreboy.

Despite its greater sophistication and higher aspirations, Motivation 2.0 still wasn't exactly ennobling. It suggested that, in the end, human beings aren't much different from livestock—that the way to get us moving in the right direction is by dangling a crunchier carrot or wielding a sharper stick. But what this operating system lacked in enlightenment, it made up for in effectiveness. It worked well—extremely well. Until it didn't. As

As for now, we must not forget who would have to exchange the land? those villages which live more than others on irrigation, on orange and fruit plantations, in houses built near water wells and pumping stations, on livestock and property and easy access to markets.

We have some goats, some chickens, and we used to have pigs. There used to be two ostriches as well, but they were a little bit violent, so we had to give them away. When we were little, we used to play with the goats all the time. We each had our own little goat, and we'd go and run around with them.

Language for me narrates the pictures in my mind. When I work on designing livestock equipment I can test run that equipment in my head like 3-D virtual reality. In fact, when I was in college I used to think that everybody was able to do that.

It was the fact that we were selling dead animals. You see, farmers are only supposed to sell live animals to processors and marketers who are supposed to make all the money—those notorious middlemen. After all, we couldn't have all that middleman money going to farmers. No, that wouldn't be right. Farmers are supposed to be peasants, serfs, impoverished dolts, remember?

any illness that kills one animal threatens to wipe out all (91): This curse of closely knit species also applies to our dairy cows, now almost clones of one another; an illness that kills one can kill all.

Death might be a necessity in farming, but suffering? Never.

Let me say it openly: we are surrounded by an enterprise of degradation, cruelty, and killing which rivals anything that the Third Reich was capable of, indeed dwarfs it, in that ours is an enterprise without end, self-regenerating, bringing rabbits, rats, poultry, livestock ceaselessly into the world for the purpose of killing them.