6:15 am, I’m feeding Poppy Peahen
outside. The sun isn’t all the way up yet. It’s hard to see the Cockatoos in
the gum. There’s not light enough to count them.
In 2015, Poppy our Peahen ran away. We didn’t see her
for a month. They were weeks of worrying I’d spooked her off. It was because
she’d sat on the back door mat making squidgy do-do and I ended up sitting in it.