05/04/2026
On this International Respect for Chickens Day, we’d like to honor the memory of our “founding hens,” Clementine and Amandine.
When two hens came into a local animal shelter after being found wandering in the winter cold of early 2014, we had no idea our lives would soon be changed forever. At that time, we had been caring for rescued dogs and cats together for a few years; as longtime vegans, we both also had entertained the (perhaps obligatory?) idea of “someday” running a sanctuary for farmed animals at points in the past.
We had no inkling that “someday” was coming soon after we moved to a three-acre property in central North Carolina. Before those two hens, our interest in extending our rescue efforts to farmed animals was sparked when we saw a posting about a stray goat who was being kept at a rural animal shelter and would be going up for auction soon. Together with a small group of vegan friends, we started our farmed animal rescue efforts by identifying individuals in shelters, finding placement at existing sanctuaries, and transporting the animals to their new homes.
When those two hens came to our home from the shelter, we had arranged to transport them to another sanctuary in North Carolina. Thankfully, a snowstorm delayed the trip and gave us the chance to reevaluate. Clementine and Amandine, as we named them, were warm and content in our makeshift basement coop, consisting of some tarps, garden fencing, lumber, and pine shavings. We immediately fell in love with them—every cluck and scratch on the ground fascinated us endlessly. Something shifted for us, and in our growing emotional attachment, we realized they were fast becoming members of our family.
The birth of the “microsanctuary” concept happened in that basement, as two buff hens preened and pecked and explored. As Clementine and Amandine changed us, we changed our perspective on what sanctuary could mean and what sanctuary could be.
Looking at Clementine and Amandine in our basement, we didn’t really see “sanctuary”—at first. Instead, we saw something much closer to what we already had, which was a family of nonhumans. And just as we accommodated the dogs and cats who shared our home, so too could we accommodate the new hen family members with some minor adjustments.
In other words, we realized that we could use the resources that we already had to make that “someday” sanctuary for farmed animals a reality, right now, for two hens.