Every day she had a laid another egg, more than 200 over the last year and every day her children were taken away. Why did they think she would be a bad mother, she would never hurt them. What had happened to her children, were they all adopted? Would they ever come looking for their lay mother?
All she had ever wanted was to fulfill her destiny, brood a clutch of eggs beneath her ample breast feathers and wait to hear the cheepiness of new life emerging from the broken eggshells beneath her.
She had recently started to self harm. Excessive and compulsive grooming had resulted in the exposure of a patch of flesh on her back, just in front of her tail feathers. She could feel it now, the irritation from the sun scorched skin.
She plucked up her courage and with a calm resolve walked out to the white line as the lights changed to green.
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