Hattie’s First Trip to Farm Sanctuary

by nomeatbarefeet

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear…
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.

-Walt Whitman (“I Hear America Singing”)

July 4th. Independence Day. Vacation. To celebrate we headed down to Watkins Glen to visit Farm Sanctuary. A Pignic was the official occasion—a way to celebrate the pigs, and all rescued animals, by putting on a plant-based bbq. Part of being vegan parents is sharing with our daughter the reason why we don’t partake in any animal products. Going to Farm Sanctuary is a way to begin to instill this reasoning in her. Animals are sentient; Animals have emotional lives; Animals are intelligent; Animals have desires…so why should we use them as commodities? We shouldn’t. The majority make animals into things when they are really beings. That is why we took Hattie to Farm Sanctuary—to show her that we don’t have to, nor should we follow the majority mindset.

We have been waiting to travel down to Watkins Glen for months now and it turned out to be such a wonderful day. The animals were sweet and soft. Many have suffer horrific experiences from the farm industry, being left for dead and/or treated like trash. We will definitely take more trips in the future. After the Farm Sanctuary visit we headed down to The Great Escape for some vegan soft-serve creemes. Very tasty, though sweeter than I’d like. Nonetheless, we almost never get to have soft-serve so it was a nice treat.


I swear I think now that every thing without exception has an eternal soul!
The trees have, tooted in the ground! the weeds of the sea have! the animals!

I swear I think there is nothing but immortality!
That the exquisite scheme is for it, and the nebulous float is for it, and the cohering is for it!
And all preparation is for it—and identity is for it—and life and materials are altogether for it!

-Walt Whitman (“To Think of Time”)