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Eggshells

Eggshells were full of promise, Then eggshells splitting, Arriving chicks Abandon shells. All wet and limp They sleep until The yellow fluff of life excites. Then cheep cheep cheeping and peep peep peeping, Peck pecking at seeds, And growing, growing, When, as hens, They start those promises again.

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Date: 1/30/2024 7:40:00 PM
I think you’ve seen this happening.
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Jeanette Swan
Date: 1/30/2024 9:15:00 PM
Yes. We had some dear bantam hens. The best part isn't in the poem, when they run and vanish in her skirt of feathers. The Australorp hens laid bigger eggs, but no rooster with them, so no sweet little chicks.

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