Summer 1997 Poultry Press

Sound of A Battery Hen

You can tell me: if you come by the

North door, I am in the twelfth pen

on the left-hand side of the third row

from the floor; and in that pen

I am usually the middle one of three.

But even without directions, you'd

discover me. We have the same orange-

red comb, yellow beak and auburn

feathers, but as the door opens and you

hear above the electric fan a kind of

one-word wail, I am the one

who sounds loudest in my head.

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