These are my "girls", four laying hens and one genetically selected meat chicken. We actually got her, Dirty Butts, by mistake. We aren't about to start slaughtering chickens; we just wanted some eggs. Dirty Butts is so chestie now that she can't get up into the nest boxes to lay her egg. We put one down low just for her. Her comb flops as she waddles about the farm. She's a loner and when we aren't watching the others pick on her. Her kind was breed by selecting the largest chested hens over a period of time so that we could have lots of white meat when we purchased a package of chicken. I don't think you can call it genetic engineering but rather genetic selection. But every time I look at her I again realize what we are doing to our food supply and the damage it is doing to animals and ultimately to ourselves. Every part of creation has an innate sense of what it is about, how it is to grow, where to get nourishment etc. When we mess with it we take away that innate sense and we are left with creatures unable to function and who struggle even harder to survive.
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