They have to literally pick out the mangled mice and ground nesting birds in grain harvests.
Fawns are commonly sliced to ribbons by the harrow discs.
[my dad actually had that happen once...it tore him up, too]
Disregard all the insects summarily slaughtered.
[and bits thereof, “accidentally” consumed which render you instantly “non-vegan” whether you like it or not]
Death is what keeps us *all* alive.
Reality really sucks, doesn’t it?
:)
[scary confession...I *used* to not eat meat...10 years of that took a terrible toll on my health..such as being so spaced out from lack of digestible protein and essential vitamins and minerals that I actually ‘went looney’ enough to believe my own ‘moralistic’ drivel]
There's another thing we have in common. Eight years for me, and I got so sick that I reluctantly gave up my vegetarianism/veganism.
Now it's bacon! mmm, mmm, mmm! There is no way to live without killing something.