27/08/2026
"You can't save them all Tam". This is often said to me, sometimes in a tone that is full of concern for me and other times it is said dripping in a tone of superiority - like they know what it's like to walk out of a farm of 60 thousand hens with only 5 in your arms. Like they know what it's like to have hens die in your arms who look at you one last time saying "help me". Like they know what it's like to look after this many souls every single day. Like they know what it's like to sit with a dying hen who finally got to live out her dream here at sanctuary and is leaving the world with love. Truth is, I know I can't save them all more than anyone who ever says it to me and because I know it, that is exactly why I created this place. I funnel all the horror of the world for chickens in to somewhere they can live their lives out because, as one person, there's no way I can save them all - but gosh, I so wish I could. All I can do is offer them a space, a name, a life - and for that one chicken, it is everything.
Pictured - Disabled hens, Peggy Sue and Twistie sunbaking.
