Such Great Success. . .
Let me take you for a summer's walk through one of today's temperate wheat fields. As we tread carefully, pushing through the stiff, golden stalks, nothing seems to stir. Between each plant the soil is bare and hard. On the horizon, a smudge of green suggests a field boundary, perhaps a distant hedgerow or lonely tree. We are now standing on a factory floor, at the centre of an efficient machine that does little else but produce food. Like any factory, it does a job well, but it has no place for nature. The same goes for most animal raising. In North America, cattle once spent their whole lives ...