One story in particular affected me so deeply I knew that one day I would have to do my bit. A volunteer from the sanctuary found a hen that had been left to die in a filthy pen with only rotting chicken carcasses for company. It was cowering in a corner, depressed, sick, dehydrated and desperate. The volunteer sat down to try and coax it away from its perch of rotting flesh but didn't have to wait long. The pathetic creature scuttled over, clambered onto the proffered lap and settled down to enjoy some warmth and sympathetic companionship. This lucky hen went on to enjoy a full and happy life.
So today I rescued four battery hens from certain death with a little help from the British Hen Welfare Trust (BHWT).