Bull Fighting

Bullfighting Early morning on the flatland between Portugal and Seville a cockerel crews, its hoarse wakeup call carries for miles. Vaqueros are already on the grassland separating bulls form a herd; the bulls are five years old and have been chosen for the bullfight. Within a week the selected bulls will be dead, slaughtered on an arena of sawdust and sand, they have been allowed to roam free for years. Most animals only live a few years, mostly in a pen, and never see grassland before they are killed. How can meat eaters demonstrate, call for the abolition of bullfighting? This sport, the only one, where an animal has a chance to kill its assassin. I’m on a bus heading for Seville to see bullfighting, yes, I do admire bull fighting; if lucky I might see one of the chosen bulls kills the toreador.