Investigator Diaries

The Children of Dairy
The first thing I noticed upon entering was the smell: A putrid mix of mud, feed and days-old feces. Evidently the result of the automated “sanitisation” procedure that failed to adequately remove the muck, these washings merely aerosolised the stench. I looked upon the rows of pens, filled with rows of mother cows, and considered what it would be like for them, to be forced to...

We entered the dairy. In the nights that followed we documented the horrors as we uncovered the full spectrum that is dairy, and the lifelong...

We met Maisie in the holding pens at Benalla slaughterhouse. Out of the dozens of pigs and piglets crowded together in the mud and filth,...

Sometimes out of the darkest of places come stories of hope. But our time at Snowtown had no happy endings. On our final night investigating...

This is Felix. A beautiful baby boy I was privileged to meet and spend time with. Felix was healthy. Apart from being malnourished and weak...

We spent two weeks installing cameras and capturing footage at Menzel’s Meats in South Australia. Each night, we spent time with animals in the...

What stays with me? The sad eyes of the breeding female pigs as they look up at yet another human; who won’t free them...

You have arrived into this world; and I am witnessing the only experiences you will have. I am here to capture this moment, this is...

I couldn’t tell you the last time I have been profoundly impacted, by watching footage of animals being killed. I have watched hours of...

Inside a slaughterhouse, in the waiting pens. It was the first-time on a night out investigating that I have ever cried on. I walked around...