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	<title>Comments on: International Respect for Chickens Day</title>
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		<title>By: Nako</title>
		<link>http://blog.shrub.com/archives/lake-desire/2006-05-04_222#comment-171287</link>
		<dc:creator>Nako</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 02:57:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Though I'm not personally a vegetarian of any sort, chickens totally don't get the respect they deserve. I grew up with a pet chicken rescued off the back of a chicken truck. He was crippled from being so heavy as is typical of chickens raised for slaughter. He was the funniest little chicken and had some serious attitude for being so horribly bow-legged. We had him for at least a year before my mother gave him to a man who raised chickens down the street. This was when I was very young, but I remember nearly tripping over him almost every day when I ran out to the school bus (he had a horrible habit of sleeping in front of the door)

Chickens are totally amazing. Whenever I move out of apartments and can have a yard of my own I think I'll get a little flock of pet chickens.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Though I&#8217;m not personally a vegetarian of any sort, chickens totally don&#8217;t get the respect they deserve. I grew up with a pet chicken rescued off the back of a chicken truck. He was crippled from being so heavy as is typical of chickens raised for slaughter. He was the funniest little chicken and had some serious attitude for being so horribly bow-legged. We had him for at least a year before my mother gave him to a man who raised chickens down the street. This was when I was very young, but I remember nearly tripping over him almost every day when I ran out to the school bus (he had a horrible habit of sleeping in front of the door)</p>
<p>Chickens are totally amazing. Whenever I move out of apartments and can have a yard of my own I think I&#8217;ll get a little flock of pet chickens.</p>
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		<title>By: tekanji</title>
		<link>http://blog.shrub.com/archives/lake-desire/2006-05-04_222#comment-1045</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 May 2006 02:41:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Your chicken is totally cute. :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your chicken is totally cute. <img src='http://blog.shrub.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /></p>
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