Is A Goat's Life More Important Than a Chicken's?
Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2019 5:35 pm
My knee-jerk reaction is no. Or, at least it doesn't matter on an everyday basis. I mean, when do we come face to face with the need to either kill one or the other, a chicken or a goat, lest there be X consequence? Never, of course, but on a philosophical level, is one of their lives more important than that of the other?
Here's where my thinking comes from:
I've volunteered at an animal sanctuary for some months, and whilst I love and adore and find great joy in all of its residents (except, sometimes, for the ducks who are total jerks), there's a sizeable difference between how, say, the goats and chickens perceive me and their surrounding world. When one of our elderly goats died, mother to twins, and a rescued dairy goat, I cried and kept some of her shredded coat in a matchbox to remember her by. She was a darling, and I believe she recognized me each time I entered her barn to feed her and her kids. I feel almost guilty to admit, then, that the several deaths of chickens at the sanctuary have caused me significantly less distress. I care for them too, have petted, and held, and loved them, but I never feel the same reciprocation. Is that selfish? Am I a speciesist, then? Must I think all animals are equal not to be?
Here's where my thinking comes from:
I've volunteered at an animal sanctuary for some months, and whilst I love and adore and find great joy in all of its residents (except, sometimes, for the ducks who are total jerks), there's a sizeable difference between how, say, the goats and chickens perceive me and their surrounding world. When one of our elderly goats died, mother to twins, and a rescued dairy goat, I cried and kept some of her shredded coat in a matchbox to remember her by. She was a darling, and I believe she recognized me each time I entered her barn to feed her and her kids. I feel almost guilty to admit, then, that the several deaths of chickens at the sanctuary have caused me significantly less distress. I care for them too, have petted, and held, and loved them, but I never feel the same reciprocation. Is that selfish? Am I a speciesist, then? Must I think all animals are equal not to be?