That was the scene in front of my vehicle one morning a few weeks ago. I'm not sure what processing facility those thousands of chickens were headed to or which large-scale, climate-controlled, factory poultry operation they came from, but I think it's safe to assume that the ride on the back of a flatbed trailer provided them with the most fresh air they'd ever experienced in their short lives.
The stench outside those poultry "houses" is unreal. I smelled them even before I saw them as I was driving around Amish country one day in June.
I think the differences between those birds in the truck and the houses and our birds in the grass are compelling. I have no other deep thoughts than that. We're so thankful for our local customers who purchase and consume our pastured whole chickens. I think they find the differences compelling, too.