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Most people associate soy with tofu and soy milk. However, only a small portion of soy is consumed directly by humans. In fact, most of the world’s soy crop ends up in feed for poultry, pork, cattle and even farmed fish. The expansion of soy to feed the world’s growing demand for meat often contributes to deforestation and the loss of other valuable ecosystems in Latin America.
To grow soybeans, vast expanses of land are needed. Production is overtaking huge areas in fragile ecosystems such as:
- The Brazilian Cerrado (a relatively flat, mixed woodland and savannah area of central Brazil),
- the Amazon,
- the Chaco, and
- the Atlantic Forests of South America.
This threatens wildlife and biodiversity. It also adversely affects people, the global climate, water reserves and soil quality.
In South America, almost 4 million hectares of forests are destroyed every year, 2.6 million of them in Brazil alone.
Limiting (or you know, completely avoiding) consumption of animal-based food products, particularly meat, is one thing people can do to help end this devastating trend.
i was expecting scary anti-vegan commentary but i am v happy about the fact that there is none
This is a wonderful post.
They’re so fluffy!
Algy was exceedingly tired, and felt that he could adventure no further that day. So he tucked himself under the massive roots of a fallen tree, high up the hillside in the thick of the ancient woodland. As he fell asleep he remembered a scary poem, but crossed his wings and hoped for the best:
The gnarled boughs hand darkling down,
And briers sweep my knees;
The moon is low, like a gold lamp,
Behind the twisted trees.
O dark and still are the wet fern
And trees where no birds nest;
What heed have I for night or day
Who ride a livelong quest?
There is no cockcrow in the dark,
No bleat from a far fold,
When the Forest Folk begin to stir
Under the starlight cold.
Rend your wild hair, you elfin things,
That peep from bush and tree;
I know what strangling arms you reach
Athwart the dusk to me.
Twist your fierce lips, you false fair things,
I know what dance you tread
To what drear tune ‘neath the cold moon
O’ nights wi’ the sheeted dead.
[Algy is quoting the poem The Enchanted Forest by the early 20th century English poet Cicely Fox Smith.]
"Suede is a leather product that’s been given a soft, napped finish. Most suede comes from the belly skins of lambs, calves, young goats, and deer. Suede is far less durable than other forms of leather since it’s processed in a way that makes it prone to stains and water damage. As with all other leather products, the production of suede is based on cruel and inhumane industry practices.
It’s incorrect to assert that suede is an unwanted byproduct of animal agriculture, and that its purchase does not contribute to exploitation and to slaughter. In reality, animal pelts represent a significant portion of the value paid for a carcass, and this is especially true for suede since it’s sourced from the prime parts of some of the highest grade animal hides available. Purchasing suede is therefore comparable to purchasing meat, in that both products put money into the meat industry’s pockets.
Keep an eye out for suede in:
Also remember that suede can be present in hard-to-notice places like the label on jeans or in the lining of shoes.
Suede alternatives such as microfiber and microsuede are easy to find and generally have superior durability and water resistance. Look for “vegan,” “faux,” and “man-made” labels on tags.”
The other necessity which Algy had to find was a supply of fresh water – but that is rarely a problem in the West Highlands, no matter which side of the rainbow you might happen to be on :-))
So Algy set off to explore the wooded hillside a wee bit further, and very soon he heard the sound that he was listening for – the distinctive gurgling and tumbling of a woodland burn cascading down the steep hillside…
From the other side of the rainbow, Algy wishes you all a very happy, rainbow-coloured weekend xoxo
“The moon changes each night but she does so in an understandable rhythm. And just as the tides ebb and flow and the moon waxes and wanes, our bodies hormones ebb and flow and our energies wax and wane. Our bodies are more like the rivers than like the rocks, more like the oceans than like machines. The more we can respect the cycles and changes and needs of our bodies, the more we can move with the flow of our lives. In other words, swear by the moon and trust your body.”
— Golda Poretsky
The wind was rapidly growing stronger and a severe gale was forecast for later in the day, so Algy decided to catch up with his reading while he could. He found himself a cosy, sheltered spot on a bank of late-flowering heather, and tried to tuck his head into his book, although the wind had other ideas…
Sitting there in the heather with the wind in his feathers and a gale blowing up, Algy was inevitably reminded of a poem by Emily Brontë:
High waving heather, ‘neath stormy blasts bending,
Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars;
Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending,
Earth rising to heaven and heaven descending,
Man’s spirit away from its drear dongeon sending,
Bursting the fetters and breaking the bars.
All down the mountain sides, wild forest lending
One mighty voice to the life-giving wind;
Rivers their banks in the jubilee rending,
Fast through the valleys a reckless course wending,
Wider and deeper their waters extending,
Leaving a desolate desert behind.
Shining and lowering and swelling and dying,
Changing for ever from midnight to noon;
Roaring like thunder, like soft music sighing,
Shadows on shadows advancing and flying,
Lightning-bright flashes the deep gloom defying,
Coming as swiftly and fading as soon.
[Algy is quoting the poem High Waving Heather by the 19th century English writer Emily Brontë.]