" A moment later a stillness fills the barn. You can hear the breathing of five hundred animals as slowly they begin pressing forward. Those in the nearest pen edge up for a sniff. Eyes appear between the slats of the fences. Heads pop up in the back, then more, and more, until there is an audible press forward, two thousand hooves on concrete, everybody now rising and jostling and straining to see the god. Some are up on their hind legs, forelegs curled over the fences of their pens, ears half-erect, eyes filled with fear and life and what any man with eyes of his own to see will know as intelligence. Temple Grandin's words come to mind. They are just like puppies. "
― Matthew Scully , Dominion: The Power of Man, the Suffering of Animals, and the Call to Mercy