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	<title>Comments on: Woolly Jumpers for Chickens in the Icy Weather</title>
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		<title>By: Christine Wilson</title>
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		<dc:creator>Christine Wilson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 10:52:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Just to say how much your story touched my heart; my mother and father once found a little battery hen in the road that had obviously fallen off a lorry going to the slaughterhouse. They took her home and nursed her back to health; she couldn't even stand or walk to begin with.  She grew to be a real family pet - Clara - and she used to live just outside their French windows in a large area screened off so she couldn't get out onto the road.  When they opened the French windows she would come inside and join in whatever they were having for tea.  My mother used to comment that Clara seemed particularly fond of "Mr Kiplings Cherry Bakewells".   She lived a good life and started to lay again, and died naturally of old age.  I used to keep hens in my garden in Hertfordshire, but I no longer have a garden.  I would really love to adopt two or three hens but sadly have no garden or other outside space, though if I find I way I certainly shall. Love and all best wishes; keep up the good work Jo - Christine</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Just to say how much your story touched my heart; my mother and father once found a little battery hen in the road that had obviously fallen off a lorry going to the slaughterhouse. They took her home and nursed her back to health; she couldn&#8217;t even stand or walk to begin with.  She grew to be a real family pet - Clara - and she used to live just outside their French windows in a large area screened off so she couldn&#8217;t get out onto the road.  When they opened the French windows she would come inside and join in whatever they were having for tea.  My mother used to comment that Clara seemed particularly fond of &#8220;Mr Kiplings Cherry Bakewells&#8221;.   She lived a good life and started to lay again, and died naturally of old age.  I used to keep hens in my garden in Hertfordshire, but I no longer have a garden.  I would really love to adopt two or three hens but sadly have no garden or other outside space, though if I find I way I certainly shall. Love and all best wishes; keep up the good work Jo - Christine</p>
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