basically,
over here they don't do what they do in the so-called civilised world,
whereby chickens never see the daylight,
are force-fed shite
and finally get strung up by their legs on a conveyor belt
round and round the factory until their neck is slit.
here
you go to the butcher.
you choose your bird.
it is alive and you can see its health.
you have to look it in the eye.
you respect it is a living creature.
then the butcher cleanly and quickly takes its life for you.