Continued down the alleyway toward the back in Jakarta. After a while, I sensed the presence of creatures in the room off to the side. When I looked inside, I saw a small room full of chickens. In the corner of an alley that I thought it was a local market lined with small shops, there was a chicken coop.
The chickens were busy going right and left through the coop. There's enough space in the shed to move around a bit, and it's not as dense as a broiler. However, it is far from being a leash. What was the meaning of such an intermediate rearing condition?
In the room next to the chicken coop where the chickens were straining, a man was crouched down, chopping up the chicken. From a management engineering standpoint, this arrangement could be probably the best. It was possible to bring a live chicken from the next room and shred it right away. Chicken toes were scattered around the man who was chopping off one chicken leg after another. In Indonesian cuisine, chicken claws are used in the national dish called soto, but the chicken claws cut off here were scattered on the floor, and there was no sign that they would be used for cooking after this.
It's a bit strange that not a single one of the live chicken is aware that they are being slaughtered one after another in the next room. Maybe some of them actually aware of it, but maybe they are turning a blind eye to the inexplicable fate.
|May 2020 INDONESIA PEOPLE|
|CHICKEN CHOPPING BLOCK JAKARTA KITCHEN KNIFE LEG|
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