SOURCE ET SUITE
CETTE MAGNIFIQUE PHOTO M' A MENEE VERS CETTE PAGE QUI FETE TOUTES LES MERES PRIVEES DE LEUR PETITS.
CAR ETRE MERE DANS LE MONDE ANIMAL NE SIGNIFIE QUE SOUFFRANCE ET SEPARATION...COMME LE DIT LE TEXTE: LEURS ENFANTS APPARTIENNENT A QQN D' AUTRE... ELLES N' ONT AUCUN POUVOIR POUR DECIDER DU FUTUR QU'ILS AURONT...( ET NOUS NOUS SAVONS... TRISTESSE.. MALTRAITANCE....ET MORT)
PACEFUL PRAIRIE SANCTUARY ET UN REFUGE POUR ANIMAUX DE FERME SAUVES DE L' ELEVAGE INDUSTRIEL...
UN SITE SYMPA AVEC DE BELLES PHOTOS
ILS ONT AUSSI LEUR PAGE FACEBOOK BIEN SUR.
ET MILITENT POUR LE VAGANISME
Honoring Mothers of ALL Species
This Mother's Day, and every day, as we honor and celebrate Motherhood, please help us continue to advocate for the forgotten mothers of the world, the billions of captive females used in all forms of dairy, egg and flesh production - large and small - whose only experience of motherhood is one of loss and bitter absence.
Whether raised on large farms or small family farms, when farmed animals become mothers, they are all forced to face the same grim reality: their children belong to someone else. No matter how much they cherish their babies, or how desperately they struggle to protect them, they have no power whatsoever over the future their children will be forced to endure.If their children are intended for meat, they will be taken from their mothers long before they are fully weaned, and "finished" (fattened for slaughter) in separate enclosures, or sent to feedlots with other young orphans, while the mother is forcibly re-impregnated with children she will fall in love with only to be forced to lose, again and again.
....If the mother cow, goat or ewe is used for milk production, every one of her babies will be taken from her shortly after birth and denied access to her milk. The separation is as devastating to the mother as it is to the child. Some mother cows try to fight off the attackers, some try to shield their babies with their own bodies, some chase frantically after the transport, some cry pitifully, some withdraw in silent despair. Some go trustingly with their keepers only to return to an empty stall. They all beg for their babies in language that requires no translation: They bellow, they cry, they moan. Many continue to call for their babies for days and nights on end. Some stop eating and drinking. They search feverishly. Many refuse to give up and will return to the empty spot over and over again. Some wilt in silent grief.