Picture of a bird in bed


I'm conscious that so far I haven't posted any pictures on this blog. To remedy this, here is an exclusive look at the first ever recorded case of a resident of Britain suffering from Avian Flu.

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It's nice to see you have as many people commenting on your blog as I get on mine.
8:43 pm, March 22, 2006
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