Sure am Glad I'm not a Chicken!

As I was driving the other day, I pulled up behind a semi with cages upon cages stacked with live chickens. Those poor little chickens were so cramped in their cages, it looked as if their heads were against the top of the cage and they couldn't turn around if they tried. And, the truck is going down a highway at 60+ miles per hour so the force of the wind hitting those chickens was probably not too fun for them (Bentley doesn't even like sticking her head out the car window at those speeds). It almost made me want to become a vegetarian, but alas, I like chicken too much. I'm thinking that maybe I'll just switch to buying the more expensive cage-free chicken, but Alan brought up the point that chickens are accustomed to the cramped quarters and that after all, "we don't see chickens running around in the wild, do we?". True, not here in the city/suburbia, but somewhere I'm sure there are chickens running around (and not on a cage-free chicken farm). Now, even if I were to buy the cage-free stuff, then what do I do when I go out to eat and want chicken? I think I'll just be thankful that God made me a human being and not a cramped, cooped up chicken!