Received anonymously by activists in the UK:
view the photos from the raid here.
"On November 6th, our small cell got ready to act in the memory of Barry Horne, and of course for the billions of animals who die every day to feed the excesses of human consumption.
We parked our vehicle about a mile away from our target, and, as dusk fell, we made our way along the hedgrows, and across the Dorset countryside. Dressed in rural attire, only the most observant witness would notice the sack of sturdy bags we were carrying.
A quick check was all it took to make sure the farmer was safely tucked up in his farm house. With fireworks exploding, covering all but the loudest of noises, we entered the first of three battery sheds. Our job tonight was simple. We were going to rescue the birds who had fallen from their cages into the pit of shit, eggs, and corpses below. It didnt take long to round up all the hens in this shed.
We quickly, and quietly moved on to the next unit. This one was trickier, as water was leaking through the roof, down the rows of cages, and turning the shit below into sludge. We grabbed two birds who were near the door, and made our way round to the other side of the unit. Here we found ourselves under the glare of security lights. If the farmer had looked out of his window then he would have seen three figures in balaclavas enter his chicken shed. A few minutes later he would have seen them slip out of the same door, carrying five large, wriggling bags.
The third, and final building was emptied with ease. By this point we had found a large crate, which the farmer used to transport chickens to the slaughterhouse. This meant we had room for several more chickens than we already had. One of our cell members pulled themselves up into the area where the cages were. She made quick work of passing down the sickest, and weakest birds, to our waiting hands. Once our crate was full, we left the building and made sure there was no sign that we had been there.
All in all we had 45 hens, safely packed into our bags and the crate. We staggered the journey back. We took a quick breather behind some hedges next to the road. A good job too as we watched the farmers car come up the drive. He got our of his car within 20 meters of us, undid his gate, and drove off into the night.
Our driver went and picked up the car, and we quickly loaded the hens into the boot, back seats, and anywhere we could fit a bag - we must have looked a right sight driving to the safe house!
We would love to have taken more birds, but with the resources available to us, and the homes we had found, this was the best we could do. This time.
This is the easiest form of animal liberation. There really is not excuse not to enter these units and grab a few hens. On your way back from a demo, when youre going hom from work, or whenever you see a battery unit, just think about those sufering inside the sheds, and think how easy it would be to save them. Just act."