Woodstock Farm
Sanctuary
May 2016
Clyde came to us as so many chickens do: a call from a good samaritan, in this case someone who found him in rough shape on the streets of New York City.
There are lots and lots of slaughterhouses in the metro area, many of them storefront “Live Kill” markets. Sometimes animals manage to escape, either during transport or from the slaughterhouse. They are also sometimes purchased for use in religious rituals and then discarded.
Wishing he could drive a stick
We don’t know his exact story, of course, but a big piece of his comb (the red fleshy bit surrounding the head) appeared to have been cut off.
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It took Clyde a hot minute to decide he was in charge. He recovered
quickly and then he took it upon himself to patrol the outside of the Animal
Treatment Center and greets all who arrive.
He is amenable to hugs (on his own terms, of course).
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