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| Ruby (lower right, middle panel) looking stressed with her four sons. Photography by F L Campbell |
Bush eggs: one. Nest box eggs: none. Feed hopper: three-quarters full.
A poem about motherhood by Ruby
If all things in life were as good
As the simple pleasure of motherhood
Life would be brighter
Decisions much lighter
And hens would be better understood.
I recited the poem to Ella but she wasn’t overwhelmed by it – even after I told her I had composed it with HER in mind. Why are my audiences so unappreciative?
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