Published in Sneaky, 2014
It’s 2am on a Saturday morning and I’m staring at the engorged, weeping vagina of an extremely sick hen. Her head is dipped into her breast, her eyes are closed and she’s struggling to stay conscious as a mixture of egg white, blood, and pus seep out.
It’s hideous and really, really upsetting. A member of the environmental activist group Animal Liberation Victoria stoops forward in his biohazard suit with an empty pillowcase and carefully places the hen inside to be smuggled off the property. This is open animal rescue. I’ve joined one of the more extremist animal rights organisations in the world to infiltrate an egg farm and witness the lies of the “free range” label firsthand.