After reading this depressing story about over a thousand chickens that fell off a truck on the way to the slaughterhouse (oh, excuse me, “processing plant”) and seeing this quote:

“We only lost a couple hundred,” said Dan Koplik, an operations manager at the Murray’s Chicken plant in South Fallsburg, N.Y. “We’ve had worse spills.”

I began to think about a blog entry my friend Scott wrote a couple years ago. It’s one of those things that’s stuck with me:

Another mile up the ride I actually saw a chicken fall off the truck and land on the side of the road. The animal had a look of amazing fear in it’s eyes, and I could see by the way she had landed that her legs had been broken in the fall.

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Right now all the crap I have ever had to take for my beliefs and dietary choices was worth it. None of those animals will be on my plate this evening or probably ever again. I don’t contribute to senseless killing.

Ironically, the article states that “According to the company’s Web site, Murray’s Chickens has made its mark as a purveyor of naturally raised chickens raised in an environment that qualified the company as Certified Humane.”

Just another reminder that “Certified Humane” doesn’t mean jack.