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'Ah! Hello, Mosspelt!' Arlanda clucked.
The wind was breezing softly through the fields...
Something rustled in the bushes.
'Oh dear,' Arlanda muttered, creeping over to investigate.
The wind was breezing softly through the fields...
Something rustled in the bushes.
'Oh dear,' Arlanda muttered, creeping over to investigate.
Hens go broody when you don’t want them to… and won’t go broody when you do.