I dread seeing animals being transported to slaughter. Fortunately, living in Ottawa we rarely see animals being transported through the city. Several years ago I remember being struck breathless and feeling disoriented seeing a big flat-bed truck filled with wire cages packed with what were probably spent laying hens travelling along the 401 on their way to slaughter. It was a nice day with a clear blue sky. I thought this would be the only time those poor creatures would ever experience the fresh air or feel sunshine and a warm breeze.
I finally got around to painting my rendition of the road trip.
