As Elsie would soon discover, she’d had the misfortune of being born on a factory farm. Male chicks were sorted and dumped into a shredder, essentially a massive garbage disposal, since they’re useless to the egg industry. But female chicks like Elsie would eventually lay eggs, so they were allowed to live—if you could call it that.
At four months old, ready to start laying eggs, Elsie was shoved into a wire mesh “battery” cage, no bigger than a drawer, with several other hens. Unable to spread their wings or even move around, the hens coped with stress by pecking at each other. Elsie's feet developed lesions from perching on the metal bars. She had no enrichment. No sun. No dust baths. No comfort.
