The man who raised Marge abandoned her. He drove away with two of her piglets and left her in a small, squalid pen to die.

The sheep are old and frail. Some have one or two teeth left; others have none.

The turkey meat business keeps its operations hidden behind a series of unobtrusive facades.

The details of Monet and Matisse’s journey to our New York Shelter are a mystery.

Hanging upside-down, tied by their feet, their bodies bruised and backs nearly bald of feathers — that was the state Juno and Diana were in when they were found by a certain Good Samaritan.

When the staff of a Future Farmers of America (FFA) farm in Santa Clara, California, came to work one morning this fall, they found two sheep awaiting them.

This summer, a northern California wildlife rescuer was walking in her neighborhood when she saw a group of children tossing something back and forth among themselves.

Albert was an escape artist. This miniature donkey snuck off his caregiver’s property in Northern California so many times that the local police decided they’d had enough of him.

Not all turkeys are raised for human consumption. Some become snake food.

To many, a small backyard chicken flock conveys the image of an idyllic urban homestead — the very antithesis of the factory egg farm. But for nearly all backyard hens, life begins the same way it does for factory farmed birds, and it often ends much the same way as well.