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It was during what became known as the "Phony War" period that my wife and I were relaxing after a hard days work on our poultry farm in part of what has now become Cumbernauld New Town. Suddenly we heard the drone of a low flying plane followed almost immediately by the high pitched shriek of a descending bomb, accompanied as we later discovered by a land mine. Uninjured, although covered in plaster from falling ceilings, we went outside to find out what was left of our farm. Not very much although there were some hens running around in the dim October night. With this being the first bombs to fall on the area people started to arrive from far and near to see for themselves the after effects including members of the Home Guard whose services I asked for to help me rehouse the poultry still running around. They did this willingly and for some considerable time, Picking up hens and putting them through a broken window, until I had to call a halt since we seened to be collecting more hens than I ever owned. The answer of course was simple. What I had thought was a complete hen house was in fact the front and as we pushed hens through the window they just ran straight back out.

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