Amy Pond

Amy lived like this for the first 16 months of her life. She could barely move. She couldn’t stretch her wings. All she could feel beneath her was the wire cage. One crisp night in April, 2013 changed all this for her forever.

We rescued 17 hens that night and Amy was one of them. It’s usually the hens in the worst conditions that we pick and Amy was completely featherless, so she drew the lucky straw. How we wish we could take them all. There is nothing that rips my heart out more than leaving the others behind. I think about them when I’m falling asleep at night. I think about them when I watch my beautiful, lucky girls enjoying their freedom. I can’t forget them, unlike the egg demanding public who don’t give one thought about hens when they pick up their eggs in the supermarket.

Amy was carried out of the factory farm and driven to her new home. The following days were filled with new experiences like walking, seeing the sky, flapping her wings, dust bathing and having the freedom to choose what to do. She was rescued with three other hens who she still lives with today – Honks, Elliot and Matilda.

Amy was fierce from the get go. In her face was a fire that none of the other girls had. Amy is a dominant hen. She tells others where they stand in the flock and sticks to her guns. Amy doesn’t really have close friends, she’s too busy being a boss to be chums.

I first thought her name could be Vyvyan after Vyvyan in the Young Ones, because she just oozed punk attitude, but in the end we ended up naming her “Amy Pond” after a fiery, red haired character in Dr Who.

Amy was lucky. She got out.

Amy today.

There’s millions of girls standing on wire in a tiny cage right now who are suffering so intensely. All you need to do to free them from this is stop eating eggs.

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