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Ducks
and Geese
Disease
Takes Wing
James Carroll, in Common Dreams from Boston Globe, commentary — February
2006
If birds are not a friend to the human
species, where in all of nature is friendship to
be found? Each day come more reports of the dispersal
of diseased poultry and fowl, moving from east to
west, Asia into Europe, and alarms begin to sound...
Saved
From the Meat Grinder
Alicyn Leigh, Long Island Press, commentary — March
2005
After Tim carefully tended to and bonded
with the ducklings for over two months at the Babylon
Middle School, only to find that they would be
killed, he made his stand...
Objection
to Foie Gras
Ron Reagan, MSNBC, commentary — March 2005
Now, I'm not a vegetarian, mind you.
It's just that I have this funny objection to torturing
small animals no matter how scrumptious their body
parts might be...
Group
Targets 'Animal Care Certified' Label
James Drew, Toledo Blade,
feature — February 2005
But last year, the national advertising division
of the Council of Better Business Bureaus referred the Animal
Care Certified logo on egg cartons to the Federal Trade Commission
for possible law-enforcement action...
Foie
Gras — Luxury or Cruelty
Greg Atkinson, Seattle Times Magazine, feature — November
2004
But while most high-end chefs and slow-food
aficionados remain enamored of this foodstuff, a
sea change may be under way...
The
Foie Gras Controversy:
An Exclusive Look Inside the Industry
KGO TV, report — October 2003
The controversy is heading to court over the gourmet delicacy foie
gras — the liver from a duck that critics say has been force-fed, or
as the industry prefers to describe it — “enhanced-fed”...
Tender
Moments
Charlotte Edwards, essay
My friend was on her feet now, with one
unbelieving hand against her mouth. As the swans
surrounded the frozen goose, she feared what life
he still had might be pecked out by those great swan
bills...
Sense
of Goose
Charlotte Edwards, essay
If we have as much sense as a goose, we
will stay in formation with those people who are
headed the same way we are...
A
Hunter's Poem
Lem Ward Crisfield, poem
The male bird lay at the water's edge
/ And just before he died, / He faintly called to
his wounded mate / And she dragged herself to his
side...
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