The day the baby chicks died
Of Grief and Gaza and Mothering
A few weeks ago my backyard hen began sitting on eggs. It was a tumultuous time what with NZ elections, a hugely busy run of work engagements for me, and a fair whack of interpersonal stress slung in…
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