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| Sylvie's bad day. Photography by F L Campbell |
Bush eggs: none. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: three-quarters full.
Inspiration strikes! I composed a quick (but super) poem about yesterday’s incident with the feed hopper:
A poem about Sylvie’s bad day by Ruby
Poor old Sylvie
Nearly lost her head
It was a very bad day
She should have stayed in bed
Tried to get the kernel
Wanted to be fed
Foot came off the pedal
Now she’s playing dead.
Yes she truly is a slow learner that Sylvie.
I’m still thinking about the traveling troupe, or a career in published poultry poetry at the very least.
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