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I’d heard this song and dance enough before (heck I SAID that song and dance before!) and I’d had it.
I said ‘Oh, I’m growing my flock. My new chicken eggs have arrived, Would you like to see them?’
This, of course was a lie. I don’t get chicken eggs, I get live chicks, and they weren’t coming for another couple of days. So, I went inside grabbed the carton of eggs from the fridge and put them in a shoebox and put some washcloths around them. (This, by the way, is NOT how you hatch eggs OR take care of new chicks!)
So, I brought them outside and I started explaining how long it would take for them to hatch, and blah blah blah. I even ‘showed’ her in the light how you could see the chicken moving inside the egg. (Again, no real chickens were harmed during this incident. What was ‘moving’ was a shadow behind the egg, but people don’t know the first thing about chickens.)
Then I took one of the eggs and said, ‘But it turns out it’s a really inconvenient time for me to raise chickens now.’ and BAM! down went the hammer on the first egg.
She screamed ‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING?’
‘It’s not the right time for me to raise chickens. I’ve got way too much going on.’
BAM! Another egg splattered.
‘You can’t JUST KILL THEM!!’
‘Hon, these aren’t CHICKENS. They’re just embryos. Don’t worry.’
BAM!
‘No, there’s a LIVE CHICKEN in there! I even saw it move! How can you kill it? Get AWAY from them!’
At this, she grabbed my box away from me and lectured me on how this killing was senseless, these chicks didn’t deserve to die just because it was a bad time for me, and couldn’t I just find someone else to take the chicks?
It was SO pro-life it was eerie. Except instead of people was the word ‘chicken’. Other than that, it was pretty much exactly the same rhetoric.
‘So, when it’s a CHICKEN embryo, it’s a live chicken worthy of protection, but when it’s a human embryo, it’s, what, exactly?’
She started defending her stance again, saying ‘That’s different!’ and I said ‘Your words would seem alot more genuine if you weren’t guarding a shoebox of chicken eggs right now. You can put them down. They’re from the grocery store. There’s no chickens in there.’
We talked for a LONG LONG time. I showed her some pictures. Some not-so-nice Hodari baby pictures. And some nice early ultrasound pictures.
Though I don’t expect I will see her praying at an abortion clinic anytime soon, she’s DEFINITELY pro-life now.

I just thought I’d share.
- A vegan friend who has no problem with the dismemberment of human children but is horrified at the cruelty of the processing of animals for food. If you don’t know people who think like this, count your blessings. I know many.
- A hammer.
- Chicken eggs.
I’d heard this song and dance enough before (heck I SAID that song and dance before!) and I’d had it.
I said ‘Oh, I’m growing my flock. My new chicken eggs have arrived, Would you like to see them?’
This, of course was a lie. I don’t get chicken eggs, I get live chicks, and they weren’t coming for another couple of days. So, I went inside grabbed the carton of eggs from the fridge and put them in a shoebox and put some washcloths around them. (This, by the way, is NOT how you hatch eggs OR take care of new chicks!)
So, I brought them outside and I started explaining how long it would take for them to hatch, and blah blah blah. I even ‘showed’ her in the light how you could see the chicken moving inside the egg. (Again, no real chickens were harmed during this incident. What was ‘moving’ was a shadow behind the egg, but people don’t know the first thing about chickens.)
Then I took one of the eggs and said, ‘But it turns out it’s a really inconvenient time for me to raise chickens now.’ and BAM! down went the hammer on the first egg.
She screamed ‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING?’
‘It’s not the right time for me to raise chickens. I’ve got way too much going on.’
BAM! Another egg splattered.
‘You can’t JUST KILL THEM!!’
‘Hon, these aren’t CHICKENS. They’re just embryos. Don’t worry.’
BAM!
‘No, there’s a LIVE CHICKEN in there! I even saw it move! How can you kill it? Get AWAY from them!’
At this, she grabbed my box away from me and lectured me on how this killing was senseless, these chicks didn’t deserve to die just because it was a bad time for me, and couldn’t I just find someone else to take the chicks?
It was SO pro-life it was eerie. Except instead of people was the word ‘chicken’. Other than that, it was pretty much exactly the same rhetoric.
‘So, when it’s a CHICKEN embryo, it’s a live chicken worthy of protection, but when it’s a human embryo, it’s, what, exactly?’
She started defending her stance again, saying ‘That’s different!’ and I said ‘Your words would seem alot more genuine if you weren’t guarding a shoebox of chicken eggs right now. You can put them down. They’re from the grocery store. There’s no chickens in there.’
We talked for a LONG LONG time. I showed her some pictures. Some not-so-nice Hodari baby pictures. And some nice early ultrasound pictures.
Though I don’t expect I will see her praying at an abortion clinic anytime soon, she’s DEFINITELY pro-life now.
I just thought I’d share.