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Strange, strange chickens. Hens, to be exact.

You know you've fallen low when you click on a link to a live webcam to watch Hens in England.

It's not so much that I've fallen low, it's that I can't stop clicking on things. It's bound to come up as some sort of disease in the medical journals sometime soon. Link Clickers are not responsible for their behaviors.


  1. Better than being those disgusting low-lifes that were cut from "Hogan's Heroes" after the pilot episode - Klink lickers

  2. The Egg Cam. Priceless. This is right up my alley. I am easily amused. And yes, I too am a "Chronic Link Clicker."Don't try to say that fast. It sounds a bit deviant.

  3. I'm glad to see that I'm not the only one. Link Clickers Anon. We could be on to something here.

    I once watched a web cam for some remote place in Alaska, where nothing happened, no people passed by. Not even a moose appeared. Yet, I still watched.

    Sad, isn't it?

  4. The hen was sleeping. I got to watch her breathe.

    Ooooooh. A hen breathing!

  5. These are not ordinary hens, they're International Hens, big difference
    Did you know in Mexico roosters say “ki ki ri ki”? I wonder what hens in England say.

    Thanks for visiting my blog. Yours is really fun, I have been reading it for a while now, it’ll take me sometime to catch up

  6. International hens, huh? I also saw them breathing. I wonder if they're kidding us and it's not really a *live* feed?

  7. oooohhhhhh, that was bad.

  8. With Avian Influenza on the rise, it pays to be cautious.

  9. I'm trying to think where I first saw these hens. I think it was around Christmas and there was snow in the run. It's what thye internet's for.

  10. Link clicking beats actually diving into the piles of paperwork I have on my desk... I'll click on anything too.

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