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Reflections on Feeding Kale to Chickens

Hen at VINE Sanctuary

I had an epiphany while feeding kale to chickens this morning.

Today dawned uncommonly warm after an uncommonly windy night. As I lugged water jugs to the foraging yards, I could hear the chickens rustling inside the coops, eager for the doors to open. They sensed and were ready to seize the sunshiny day.

Birds . . . → Read More: Reflections on Feeding Kale to Chickens

Festival of Winter Protein

A belated reply to the Green Mountain College student or supporter who supposed that saying “soy isn’t in season in the winter” was some sort of argument for the superiority of animal flesh as a “sustainable” source of protein.

Black beans, red beans, pink beans, white beans. Chick peas. Green lentils, red lentils, yellow lentils. . . . → Read More: Festival of Winter Protein

In Memoriam: Lou

Each of the five of us here at VINE Sanctuary had our own reaction to the death of Lou. Sad, mad, numb—each of us felt each of these and other feelings, in different proportions and accompanied by different thoughts.

Today, on the two-week anniversary of Lou’s death, we decided to share our personal thoughts and . . . → Read More: In Memoriam: Lou

“We’re here, we’re queer, we’re NOT going shopping!”

In the early 90s, activists associated with Queer Nation and other organizations that promoted LGBTQ liberation by means of nonviolent direct action sometimes stormed shopping malls chanting that slogan. Of course, our “kiss-ins” and exuberant expressions of non-conformity with gender norms were roundly condemned, both by homophobes and by liberals who claimed to be our . . . → Read More: “We’re here, we’re queer, we’re NOT going shopping!”

The Mixed-Up World of Green Mountain College

Presumably on the theory that there’s no defense like a good offense, Green Mountain College has for some weeks been engaged in a disinformation campaign intended to convince the public that animal advocates calling for compassion are terrorists.

Yes, they are actually using the T-word and have also referred to VINE –the friendly local animal . . . → Read More: The Mixed-Up World of Green Mountain College

Preliminary Postmortem Reflections

By now, everybody knows that Lou is dead—allegedly euthanized and buried in an undisclosed location in the middle of the night. The mysterious circumstances of his death make it difficult to know exactly what to say, and perhaps that was the point. And of course VINE staff—especially the two who twice went to see Bill . . . → Read More: Preliminary Postmortem Reflections

Open Letter to Parents of Green Mountain College Students

By now, you have probably heard about the controversy concerning the impending slaughter of de facto campus mascots, Bill and Lou, 11 year-old oxen who have been denied the chance to live out their retirement at a sanctuary. What you may not know is that the process by which the decision to kill Bill and . . . → Read More: Open Letter to Parents of Green Mountain College Students

An Open Letter to the Students of Green Mountain College

Cheryl and Norman at VINE

by Cheryl Wylie

I grew up on a beef farm. The herd was small, only about a dozen or so cows and one bull that I could virtually walk under as a child. I often watched them throughout the summers and sat in the pasture with them any time that I could. My weekends were . . . → Read More: An Open Letter to the Students of Green Mountain College

Shades of “Green” (Update on Lou and Bill)

I know that folks want an update on the status of the Green Mountain College oxen known as Bill and Lou. I’m sorry to report that, despite what has become an international outcry for mercy, the college remains determined to send them to a slaughterhouse at the end of the month.

Thousands of people have . . . → Read More: Shades of “Green” (Update on Lou and Bill)

Compassion, Empathy, and Rage: Some Thoughts from the Kaporos Protests

I’ve written before about my skepticism concerning love as a motivator for animal rights work (or, for that matter, liberation work of any kind). Whenever I hear “I just love animals” in the course of a conversation about someone’s rescued dog, I immediately crouch down inside my brain and wait for them to mention the . . . → Read More: Compassion, Empathy, and Rage: Some Thoughts from the Kaporos Protests