Received anonymously by aboveground groups:
Throughout the night of
June 19, 2003 and well into the following morning an ALF team went to work
inside John Parkers poultry farm at Grenville Copse near to Hambledon in Hampshire.
This farm was raided two months earlier and over 1000 hens boxed up and driven
to safety. The focus of tonight's effort was primarily to sabotage the smooth
From 10.00pm when the place was finally deserted by staff until 4.00am the following morning extensive damage was caused to mechanical equipment, 1000's of eggs were smashed, 100's of occupied cages were rendered useless with bolt cutters as were conveyor belts, chains, feeding apparatus and anything else we could get at. Every light bulb in the three huge units was smashed, cables were cut and locks were glued.
We found ourselves going though every emotion during the night. There were feelings of loneliness while working alone in vast sheds packed to the rafters with tormented birds, but these were broken up by the sweet sweet sound of someone somewhere else on the farm smashing something up or tearing something out. There was plenty anger at the sheer scale of this cruelty,which was eased somewhat by smashing something up or tearing something out!
Spending so much time inside this place allowed us to witness the awful psychological suffering these birds go through as they sit there on wire mesh. Hearing them cry out in the middle of the night or seeing them give up in front of our eyes as they sit in the cages or lay on the floor where they've been dumped by their captives wasn't easy to deal with. And there was hopelessness at the huge task at hand - to do as much damage as time allowed - which we eased slightly by getting on with the job and leaving our mark.
By 4.00am we were physically and emotionally drained, our wrists and shoulders stiff with repetitive cage cutting syndrome, lungs full of dust and hearts broken for the countless victims we spent the night apologising to and were unable to directly help this time. Although we did take around a hundred birds from their cages and below the units and sent them on their way to safety before we set about reorganising the place. As we slowly wandered from the site, as daylight begun to arrive, the only sounds we could hear were of wild birds waking up to the joys of life and of a river of broken battery eggs pouring from the egg store and down the lane towards the main gate. It was almost alive as it advanced. This yellow mess would've been the first thing that the sicko's who work in this place would see as they arrived, but nothing compared to the mess we made inside!
It was hard work and it was just one farm that will seek to recover, but it's one business in the world of animal exploitation that is a little bit less comfortable for our efforts and we aren't done yet, not by a long stretch.