Fate of chickens saved by friendship

I really enjoyed Stefanie Pettit’s Front Porch article, “Plucky pet finds spot in pecking order” (Voices, Feb. 28). It reminded me of when I “raised chickens” many, many years ago. My plan was to eat some of them and keep the rest as laying hens, but wouldn’t you know it, I grew so attached to all the chickens that there was no way I could kill or eat any of them.

When we get to know animals one-on-one, we realize that there is not a lot of difference between the animals we coddle and call “pets” and those we isolate ourselves from and call “dinner.”

Kerry Masters

Liberty Lake