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Sitting on her clutch of eggs agitatedly growling. She plucks out her own feathers- a warm belly for incubation. Depriving herself of nourishment for days. Her eyes glaze over, crazed. Maternal sacrifices run deep through her hollow bones.
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Aug 25, 2021
Aug 25, 2021 at 12:59 PM UTC
Mother hen
Sitting on her clutch of eggs agitatedly growling. She plucks out her own feathers- a warm belly for incubation. Depriving herself of nourishment for days. Her eyes glaze over, crazed. Maternal sacrifices run deep through her hollow bones.
Watching a broody hen reminds me of how depleting it can feel when you are a new mom.
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Aug 25, 2021
Aug 25, 2021 at 12:59 PM UTC
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